The rain brings in something new,
it whispers summer
Tells you you’re making good time.
Rushing down the hill, air sweet
And full of pending nectar.
In the street, pink petals strewn
Like sunlight through leaves.
It has become all right to go without an umbrella.
This is the kind of rain you dance in.
Now is the tome to dance and sleep soundly,
To sit in the sun,
To finally stop waiting.
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