Rain

the rain softly falls

against the panes of glass

separating my warm sleeping

family

from the cold wind

it’s the first night rain of Spring

it smells like mud

and new beginings

if I listen closely

I can hear promises

in the wind

of warm days and short nights

trees with tiny new buds

lazily sway

and soak up the water

drops tap on the panes of glass

that separate my warm sleeping

family

slowly everything awakens

birds sing the sun up over the mountains

light fills our room

my family stirs

adventures await

on this new spring day

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