Singing in the rain

IT’S RAINING. The Marri trees told us it would.

After a long hot dry summer, is there anything in the world quite so gorgeous as constant gentle drizzle hitting the tin roof and perfuming the air we breathe.

It’s all rather hard to bottle but as we all know, for those who hear and smell it, the memory lives on.

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Barb Dadd
Toodyay