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Rating: 5.0


From clouds, cool teardrops plummet down
Cascading, with percussive sound
In Spring, to douse the barren earth
To nourish deepest roots, that thirst
Like trees and flowers, I don't mind
With open arms, it feels divine
Umbrella-holders pass and stare
But I don't really give a care
Some people run, some people hide
Some people choose to stay inside
But I absorb it with a grin
With passing time, beneath I'd spend
Here pirouetting, spinning through
I might as well start singin' too
Though many things in life can rile
Fun is the rain, I'm like a child
It's scintillating to the spirit
To close your eyes~magic~to hear it

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Janell Cressman 23 April 2009

a couple of words come to mind they are, inpirational, brilliant, beautiful, awesome and amazing! ! ! ! ! !

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Kesav Easwaran 23 April 2009

Ignore those umbrella holders, Bryce...have the will and heart and time to love the nature around us...as aristocratically you did here...beautiful mind robbing piece...10

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Her Name Is Taylor 14 April 2009

youre like the beethovan of poetry, really incredible choice of words, great great job

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