Gently comes the fresh,
Spring rains.
That fall so softly
Against the window pane.
Stroking caresses
Streaks the glass.
As I gaze at the flowers
That have come
At long last.
Then ever so slowly
Buds heavy with rain
Gracefully bow
Straining,
Under the weight.
Bending branches
Bursting with bloom.
Oh, rain come softly
Their time is soon.
