The Awakening
The early Spring rain
pounded the crusty sleepers
from the All Seeing Eye of Dawn.
Like a conductor raising percussion instruments;
the rain song joined the cacophony of wind
and the crackling sound of Spring ice
sprung from it's earthen entrapment
rising mist like toward the heavens.
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