Rain
I’m happy when it rains, It purifies the land and my soul, It is the never ending chore of nature, . In the yard, raindrops splash the ballet, As they explode on puddled stage, While on hillsides...
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Frost is sticking to each branch. Milk-white water flowing strong And brown below its viscous skin; Low willow twigs hang clogged with ice Dragging their stranded lengths along. Every step breaks...
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