After the rain……..

The branches of the pine tree shook
And sagged with the weight of rain.
The carpet of mosses held raindrops
Like crystal goblets against green velvet.
The tall grasses and dandelions,
danced around with the rhythm of breeze.
Skeletons of kites tangled among oaks,
only to wither and wane with age.
The blossoms shed their pink petals,
like tears shed from a lady’s eyes.
Th soft mud yielded to every foot,
leaving the imprint of every step.
Mother Nature is calling The Rain back,
Wanting and yearning for Her next visit.

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