A Spring Rain by Raymond A. Foss
The world is wet today luxurious, damp, drenched drops hug the leaves, anoint the still budded lilac blossoms before their blooming rich purple and plum made richer by their watery skin New leaves under the weight droplets heavy, hanging bowing the white pine needles undersides exposed to drink drink in the morning hushed in the rain temperature near the dewpoint sprouts of just planted flowers eager from the parched soil new puddles bloom too on the ground, the driveway collect and gather without the smell of summer rain yet tears splash and spread silent shimmers, heralds, messengers in the spring rain
May 2, 2006 9:30am
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