Steadily, the rain starts to fall.
It pitters,
It patters,
Upon my favourite place.
And in the morning breeze,
A variety of plants and shrubs,
Put on a new face.
Touched by the fresh dew of nature,
They sparkle and shine.
There's no better view,
Than this garden of mine.
A picture i truly adore.
Nature's a blessing,
Who could ask for more.
The rain now stops for a moment or two,
My many loves of nature,
Are more than a few.
This moment in time,
Is a moment to hold,
Nature is special,
As each day unfolds.
Jayne Louise Davies
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