The Joys of Spring Rains

Cascading baubles, crystals in the air; raindrops dance down without a single care. Tulips smile as they drink the water in heaven’s nectar of pitter-patter din. To softest ground the hungry birds arrive, for tasty meals, beaks take a a little dive. The hungry hatchlings singing little chirps, will be appeased post meal with tiny burps. Spring blooms of the narcissus and iris, replenish stalks with liquid refreshment. my mind travels back to the fonder days, of my childhood when in the rain we played.
4-23-2020 Spring Rhyme Poetry Contest Emile Pinet
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Proxenos Avatar
May 5, 2020 at 11:01 AM
I used to love playing in the rain as a child and often the sun was out and it still rained - In Africa, we call that "A Monkey's wedding" Beautiful rhyme and rhythm - love it. Blessings, Jennifer.
Kiser Avatar
May 9, 2020 at 12:09 AM
I did too. Thanks again.
Theraven Avatar
April 27, 2020 at 10:16 AM
M. L., I enjoyed your Spring Rains, as I enjoyed travel to childhood memories in play. -Richard
Kiser Avatar
May 9, 2020 at 12:09 AM
Thank you.
Romios Avatar
April 25, 2020 at 11:27 PM
ML~ this si so beautifully penned! First rate verse! Panagiota xx
Kiser Avatar
May 9, 2020 at 12:10 AM
I'm glad you enjoyed it, thanks.
Adams Avatar
April 24, 2020 at 9:28 PM
I wouldn't mind the rain if it was just spring rains... seems we have been in a weird cycle for well over a year of rain every couple days... I long for the warmth of the sun and seeing flowers grow.... we have even had odd frosty mornings and snow showers this month... love your poem though... nice write... hugs
Kiser Avatar
May 9, 2020 at 12:10 AM
It is weird! Thanks.
Wolf Avatar
April 23, 2020 at 7:06 PM
Ah, the joys! I shouldn't be 'mopey' when the rain starts falling from a slate-gray sky!
Kiser Avatar
May 9, 2020 at 12:11 AM
No sir'ee, get out there and be a kid again. Thanks Gershon.
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