Looking for Strawberries

What a rainy day, full of flooded roads and traffic. Drove to get fresh strawberries and the place had closed early, what a disappointment, now I can only dream of tasting them. While waiting in the car, I spotted this old uncared for azalea bush (I wanted a shot of the newly picked strawberries). Oh well, it is still pretty.

And in the woods a fragrance rare
Of wild azaleas fills the air,
And richly tangled overhead
We see their blossoms sweet and red.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.