The wonderous smell
of a spring
rain
Washing
the world.
Minutes before
bathed in
Sunshine
and warmth.
A shower
turned
downpour
Watering
the little blue
crocus
and
Lilacs
impending
flowers within.
A crack
of thunder;
no lightning
is seen.
Middle
of the day
Turned
to night;
Clouds
dampen not
the brightness
of the hour.
One lone
crack
of thunder:
An exclimation point
upon
the brief
spring storm.
Downpour
transformed
to light shower;
a shower
brought a
sprinkle.
A dry dog
on the porch,
Whines
in discontentment;
casting
her gaze upon
the lawn
and her
previously dry,
very clean,
toys.
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