Gentle droplets kiss the earth,
Awakening dormant seeds to birth.
Petrichor rises, sweet and clean,
Nature's perfume, fresh and green.
Buds unfurl in misty air,
Drinking deep without a care.
Puddles mirror cloudy skies,
As robins hunt for earthworm prize.
Raindrops dance on new-born leaves,
A symphony the spring conceives.
Each splash a promise, soft and true,
Of life renewed and skies of blue.
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