

A walk in the rain cleansed my face,
dried oak leaves on sentinel trees
sound a clamoring breeze
counterpoint hush
rush of engines swarm near
quiet rustling keeps away
come for the clothes, stay for the prose
A walk in the rain cleansed my face,
dried oak leaves on sentinel trees
sound a clamoring breeze
counterpoint hush
rush of engines swarm near
quiet rustling keeps away