Falling like a curtain,
Smothering, soaking, suffocating
Yet refreshing, the life-giver's return,
Welcome
As a smile to a child's face.
Washing away
Topsoil, seeds, leaves weakly-hung on battered boughs,
Ripping life from fresh-sprung growth.
Conflicting force from above,
Destructive life-giver.
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