First Rain
First rain of spring.
Cold, driven
on a harsh northern wind.
Welcome.
Filling the dry,
gaping cracks in annealed soil.
Restoring the earth from an
unyielding, austere winter.
Essential, though coming as
a bold remnant of winter's
frigid will.
Awakening the raw and
callous earth.
Restoring freshness and life to
dormant winter air.
Mollifying the soils
for blade and seed.
Frigid and stinging,
yet still a harbinger.
Verdant spring's first birthing breath.
Slate-gray skies yield and clear.
Warm days will come.
Today, glacial rains signed a
new lease on life
for our northern plains.
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015
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