“Rain is a lullaby heard through a thick, isolating blanket of clouds. It is the tinkling harp of water droplets; a moist breath whistling through willow reeds; a pattering beat background to the mourner's melody..

...Rain is a soft song of compassion for the brokenhearted.” ― Richelle E. Goodrich

 

more from my series of unedited straight out of cam rural bnw photos.

 

You can find the complete album

here .

 

I hope you like them.

 

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