"Springs Promise"
Rain is a strange thing
When you want it to be here , it's nowhere for miles
But as soon as you set up your picnic
It begins pouring down in piles
Too much rain will flood your crops
Not enough rain will dry them out, losing so much money
Some seasons are ideal for growing
A mix of rain and an even
amount sunny
Raindrops dance with sunbeams
Nature's waltz in shimmering hues
Whispering secrets of earth's delight
A symphony of light and mist
Petrichor whispers softly
In the embrace of sunlit showers
Eternal rhythm, serene and bright
When earth's bosom stirs with whispered dreams
Seedlings stretch and reach, eager and knowing
In the gentle embrace of sunlit streams
Blossoms unfurl their petals in grace
Nurtured by showers, by tender breeze
A symphony of life, a verdant embrace
Spring's promise fulfilled, with effortless ease
Schizology_Butterfly Poet Collaboration 2024
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