FIRST SPRING RAIN

 

As soft as if a sigh,

rain falls on this window,

whispers from the sky,

while finches sing away the snow.

 

Rain falls on this window

as if a loverís touch,

while finches sing away the snow,

releasing winterís clutch.

 

As if a loverís touch,

fine droplets wash this glass,

releasing winterís clutch

on soil, stem and grass.

 

Fine droplets wash this glass.

Sprinkles bead then spill

on soil, stem and grass

with mesmerizing skill.

 

Sprinkles bead then spill

whispers from the sky

with mesmerizing skill

as soft as if a sigh.

 

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