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Bliss Showers In May
May showers come and go, not loitering,
not lolling about long, to drench and drown
the seedlings you planted, hoping for rain.
Hand watering hydrates, but not like rain;
It's the slow steady sprinkling that matters,
which no hose spray, can ever duplicate.
The pitter patter of raindrops in May
caresses the leaves with moist love kisses,
leaving droplets sprinkled on dampened leaves,
to soak in, like perfume droplets on skin.
The soil below embraces the rain spots
falling gently in splits and splats in May,
drawing the water below to the roots,
to be absorbed, nourishing the dry plants.
The May rain's gentle and gossamer veil
drops like silken shroud on the garden bed
A loving sustaining warm covering.
A moist blanket to tuck the seedlings in.
Showers in May are Bliss!
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