Why don't we start the budding season with a piece of poem?
Spring Rain
by Jean J.
Lee
It’s been
raining for days,
Clearing all
the haze.
Preparing the
dormant grass braird.
My unkempt
lawn doesn’t look impaired.
Are swallows hiding in the tree maze?
But they are not the ones to faze.
They are quietly
practicing to be heard.
Looking up at
the sky but not at all glared.
The first chirpy
song arrives at my doorways.
Sweet tunes
to my ears like a message it relays.
April rains bring
May flowers truly cared.
Time to
stretch and make your passions flared.
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