Pour Down on Me

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March rain is pouring itself down on me,
Mother Nature’s tears are those of spring, fresh and new.
I stand center stage of a long gravel path,
Allowing the freshening tears of the angry awakened clouds pour down on me.
April’s hands have begun prepping their masterpiece of spring,
And its rains are angry and upset, and they pour their hearts out, and rain upon me.
I stand and meditate, my tears mixing in with those of the skies,
Forever those March rains will pour down on me.





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