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The First Spring Rain
The soft patter of rain wets my
thoughts
Calms my nerves
Gives me a reason to hope
My flowers will bloom soon
as the soil soaks up the rain
Feeding roots of growing things
Inspiring the birds to sing their rain
song
She watches with wonder as the rain
falls
Covering everything
Bringing out all the green
She laughs then
"Mommy it's rain!"
Such curiosity that hasn't been taken
Hasn't been stifled
Innocence that hasn't been broken
I tell her that it's a gift
Rebirthing life after a winter's deep
sleep
And soon we'll see the bees,
the butterflies
And hummingbirds flitting from
blossom to blossom on the Bottle-
brush tree
Her eyes grow wide at my
movement, my careful
contemplation
As I tame my hair into a submissive
pony tail
And grab us some socks from
the laundry pile waiting to be folded
...I know that's what we should
be doing,
As I feel a twinge of guilt at leaving
our rainy day chores unattended ....
But what's life without the breaking
of rules, of routines?
And so we suit up, in rainy weather
armor
Slickers, hats and wellies
We march out the door
Searching for unwary puddles
Maybe an early waking frog
She watches with wonder as I make
my way down the drive
She watches with pure childhood
wonder
As Mommy jumps first into a puddle
She watches with wonder
As I learn to be young again
Playing with my daughter
In the first spring rain
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