On that foggy morning in late spring,
I stood beneath the redbud tree,
looking out through its drooping, rain-soaked boughs.
I like rain. And fog. And redbud trees.
Redbud in the Rain
On that foggy morning in late spring,
I stood beneath the redbud tree,
looking out through its drooping, rain-soaked boughs.
I like rain. And fog. And redbud trees.
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