My love comes like the early Summer rain,
Which drizzle lends to making flowers bloom,
So once again the meadows could regain,
Their sparkle lost when Winter cast its gloom;
In bright sunlight, as pristine droplets fall,
A rainbow glows to fill my heart within,
Not boring moment yet could I recall,
In stillness, I oft hear sweet songs begin;
But raindrops fell and poured their wrath on us,
To soak our very bones, me and my love,
We might as well just be gardens, and thus,
Welcome this benediction from above;
......And grow and bloom we will throughout the years,
......Assured of rain and sun though Winter nears.
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