A little beauty

The news is hideous; I can't bear to hear it right now. The rain, it raineth every day. Dark comes soon and the days are short. And so my dear and I went out to find some beauty. While we were out, it rained, it hailed, it cleared and rained again. And we listened, thanks to Folkiebooknerd, to the sweet sounds of Jackie Oates, singing about a Nightingale that sings in the valley below. Thanks to the willow. Thanks to Folkie. Thanks to Jackie Oates. Thanks to the Nightingale I have only ever heard as interpreted by the voice and the fiddle of Jackie Oates.