It was a springtime drippy day
As I went about my chores
I thought it would only sprinkle
Not like ocean waves on shore
But that wasn’t how it happened
For as I carried my grocery bags
Those swollen clouds above
Began to weep and sag
And then the lightening flashed
It lit my darkened world
Wind picked up and blew hard
Amongst it black clouds swirled
Puddles of water gathered
Everywhere that I went
I knew that nothing would change
Until the storm was spent
But you know, it’s okay, it really is
Vegetation needs moisture you know
It’s spring and that’s what happens
For lovely spring flowers to grow!
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