A lovely grey sky looked far more promising than it turned out to be, the clouds although hinting at a refreshing downpour, only releasing a misty rain.
Still the sight of the grey sky did ensure I had a spring in my step, the change of seasons is surely coming and soon the thirsty soil will soon be replenished after months of drought.
There was only one yellow blossom decorating the otherwise parched bushland.
Evidence of the lack of water gave parts of the bushland a mournful feeling, not even the nip in the air seemed to lift this feeling of melancholy that entwined the land...
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