Beneath the sky, a gentle hue,
Spring rain descends, a world anew.
Each droplet whispers, soft, serene,
Awakening life, unseen, between.
The earth, in slumber, cold, and deep,
Stirs gently from its winter sleep.
Roots stretch and yawn, in soil's embrace,
As rain bestows its tender grace.
The trees, once bare, now start to dream,
Of leaves and light, a vibrant stream.
Their branches reach, as if to say,
"Thank you, rain, for this new day."
And in the fields, the flowers wait,
For rain to open destiny's gate.
Petals unfurl, in colors bright,
Bathed in the dawn's first golden light.
Yet, in this dance of rain and rest,
There lies a truth, profound, confessed.
For in the pause, the quiet, the still,
Life finds the strength to climb the hill.
So let the rain, in silence, fall,
And nature heed its gentle call.
For in each drop, a promise lies,
Of growth, of hope, beneath the skies.
Spring rain and slumber, hand in hand,
Renew the spirit, heal the land.
A cycle old, yet ever new,
In every drop, the world's debut.
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