Holiday Rain
Traffic is slow.
In the drizzle
the holiday crowd complain and grizzle.
Magpies and currawongs are carolling.
The morning is silvery now.
A heavy sky bends down,
dropping diamonds
wetly on the ground.
Mounds and hills will grow emerald grasses.
Rain sings the treasure of life as it passes.
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