Spring the Sparkling

Now there it has begun, with March A soundless breeze it tunes to the Melody of a fair weather feathered frtiend. Looking skyward I utter you are The answer to my every pain . You call I come running. The day is forming. when it Shows it falls a vicarious rain. The rain, is short, its time cut as Fair weather lay beyond the Exit door as long, the air remains A simple spring with all its Buddings And sparklings, I care not for my Returning it is spring! The ground will be Moist. Still I will live beneath the trees And sleep on my bed of the Greenest grass nature has Adorned with adored gardens There I will drink the sweetest Water poured from the Gods of The highest plains I implore of God remember my name. I thirst for the best nectar issued. Replenish my worth! I have taken refuge under your Heavens and on the stillness of Your spinning earth, I wait with Patients for your golden rain Thinking golden rain will Quench my mighty thirst Make it rain, make it rain A raindrop stings my forehead The sky explodes with a sparkle Of thunderous treasure for me and all RAIN, RAIN ME A RIVER!