In the rain

I turned on a small country road and saw it there surrounded by tree stumps, decomposing, almost repulsive. It must have been a lovely summer house in the forrest.
It is still raining. I can now hear the wind and the rain drops hitting the windows while we’re all protected by our warm home and I think again, as every day, how lucky we are.

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