The rain fell unexpectedly. The tumultuous gray had so quickly gathered that we had no time to turn back. A welcoming row of entwining trees offered us a welcome shelter. We rested our bikes and waited.
emerging sun
the flanders country ride
soon resumes
for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #57 – Don’t rain on my parade! pubtended by Kim Russell
Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Avenue #writephoto
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