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.