From the lower clouds gently falls
A soft spring rain rejuvenating the air,
Descend from the sky small miracle
That we believed renew the atmosphere.
Soft spring rain with sweeping shadows
Sprinkle life upon leaves of the trees,
Meanders down into lanes and meadows,
Hope comes sprightly between showers.
Gives birth to beauty when it starts raining,
We stop to hear the beat tiny drops make.
Soft storm captured in landscapes painting,
All the peaceful sounds an artist can create.
A fine drizzle parting the hard winter rain
Soft mist swirling into enchanted dance,
The scent of wet earth changing the terrain,
Only a gifted eye can see the paved surface.
Emanating with droplets of glistened tapestry,
A soft rain caressing the wind in dark places,
Streaming the kind of invincibility from history,
Weave its way through the window of the eyes.
Tapping waterfalls descend upon absorb roof
And continued beyond the drenched jewels,
Where the rain cool earth we may find the proof
Perfectly finish art before summer kiss the skies
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