My Virtue’s over-flowing as I look out on the rain.
An atmospheric river is just pelting down again.
My garden’s set for winter, though there’s more than I can do.
No matter what the weather serves, my garden sees me through.
My Virtue’s over-flowing as I look out on the rain.
An atmospheric river is just pelting down again.
My garden’s set for winter, though there’s more than I can do.
No matter what the weather serves, my garden sees me through.