No breeze to stir leaves,
the river a mirror.
Rainwater dripping and rippling
from a wet beech tree.
Invisibly and mystically,
fish creating circles on the surface.
Water level rising, mesmerising,
to meet my feet.
Then the heavens open,
raindrops bouncing and bubbling.
River and rain
immerse me.
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