Getting back on topic...

When I was there (St. Faith, Little Witchingham) it was raining rather heavily. In that lush green remote & anciently sacred woodland place I was reminded of a poem by Reiner Kunze :

Hier
ruft nur gott an

Unzählige leitungen läßt er legen
vom dach des leeren kuhstalls
aufs dach des leeren schafstalls
schrillt aus hölzerner rinne
der regelstrahl

Was machst du, fragt gott

Herr, sag ich, es
regnet, was
soll man tun

Und seine antwort wächst
grün durch alle Fenster

(Here,
only God calls.

He lays countless lines between heaven and earth.
From the roof of the empty byre
onto the roof of the empty sheep-pen
the rain shrills from the wooden gutter.

God asks - what are you doing?

Lord, I reply,
it is raining, what should one do?

And his answer grows green
through all the windows.)

St. Faith, Little Witchingam, Norfolk, May 2015