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Rain

The harshness of winter has finally past. Springtime is upon us finally at last. No more dulldrums of winter to tax my brain,and the season I love the best espically the rain. I could sit and watch as the flowers and the trees flurish and bloom, and I know that because of natures miracles all the colors will be out soon. Finally I love to walk out ,and look up,and feel the rain trickle on my face, take off my shoes and socks and jump from puddle to puddle all ove the place. But at last all good things must come to an end. The sun is coming out and gone is the rain, my friend. As I sit on the porch with the sun glistening in my eyes, I cant help but wonder how long before the next storm comes by.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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