Rain Drops

If I could
   I would slip between the rain fall
when spring hangs in the birdsong call;
   and the sky flows from blue to paler grays
with clouds release the gentlest of sprays
   to nourish the newly born seedlings
of flower blooms and leaflet beadings;
   ready to germinate and grow with full display
upon the tree trunks leaved arrays.

Slowly would I walk in heartbeats throb
   marveling at the gentleness of each and every drop,
cool and causing shivers on my neck and back
   recoiling from wintry ice and cold with all it lacked;
now at last the seasons change
   and spring is renewed and reigns
with color, beauty matched and gained
   gift of the simple dispersal of the rain.

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