Showers

Showers

Awake in the sky’s spring washing

The streets ripple laughter, and

Raindrops collect in puddle chuckles,

Birds joining chorus.

The wet world basks

Waiting wonder fresh

As weary winter limbs stretch

Facing up

Towards the splash.

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