Rain comes with sprinkles of solitude
covers the ground with a glorious awaking
earth yearns for the flavor of wet purity
she cried longing for the dawn of the spring
The sky is dim as the rain produces growth
flower roots from deep down yearn to climb
another season is upon us yes, spring is here
birds chirp as squirrels scramble for their food
Lingering inside the walls one peers out
a smile shines upon the lips for this day
although dark at time, knows the sun will shine
as spring does her glorious thing again this year
- Rhoda Galgiani
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