Peeking March rays pierce fertile soil,
appealing showers to slake secreted plantlets,
making way for babies and blooms to abound
and nurture freely in June’s warmth.
Thunderous booms fill July’s sky,
fetching cracked soil and wilted flora
until crisp showers relieve thirst,
leaving droplets on rainbows of color.
Cornucopia spread across the table,
paving the way for holiday cheer and joy
before freeze takes hold of life
and slumber awaits a gentle tapping.
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