Its futile this foolishness of standing under trees, rain amplified on trembling leaves. Oceans gathering, doused in green to flow down collars and under tucked chins.
Shelter a holed marquee of foliage with an open aspect of blue and views of panaramic scope but not worth a darn to keep a fellow warm or dry. It is futile this foolishness of standing under trees
– Dave Kavanagh