Spring Showers
Falling rain, as gentle as a mother's touch
On field and flower, the path and pond
Drops glistening in first morning light
Spilling over the far hills and beyond
Showers erase the last of winter's rust
Barren ground shows a hint of greening
Meandering, delight in this renewing
For the troubled heart, new meaning
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2012
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