Poetry

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After Rain

The wet grass newly sparkles in the sun;

The flowers once more show their petals forth.

A warm breeze sleepily floats toward the north;

Small spiders crawl t' repair the webs they'd spun.

The drops of water gleam like new-found pearls,

And tree boughs drip into a nearby stream.

A soggy frog sits sunning in his dream,

As all around the wet new life unfurls.

The grayness and the bleakness of the rain,

Which seemed to promise not a sign of dawn,

Now brings back life to this world once again.

The former night which ruled the earth is gone;

The sun shines down on all within his reign.

The duckling of the storm is made a swan.