April 01
The snow melts into the ground
and spring takes a deep breath,
blowing the winds of change across the land.
The cold recedes as it knows its time is almost up and
the shadows are chased away by the dawning sun.
A single drop of water,
and the earth sighs.
Every time
the rain comes down,
close my eyes and listen.
I can hear the lonesome sound
of the sky as it cries.
Listen to the rain
Here it comes again
Hear it in the rain.
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