Spring Rain

Raindrops like angel tears fall Their beauty is you can in each see reflection of your visage your soul The wind between trees murmurs echoing the vastness of nearby cave wall The rain is important because it makes trees like poplar grow tall In the rain forsythia its beauty will regain Giving new sparkle to yellow flowers that after drought will remain The gees will land on the lakes’ surface plane More graceful than any human made airplane The wild roses grow in the rain like crimson fire Their majesty is something to admire The buds turn to flowers which rain require The gentle taping of the rain in the wind is something that might inspire The ramifying willow is color of honey made by bees Its subtle leaves rustling in a breeze As are the boughs of other trees The revival of earth’s heart and with it its soul rain guarantees