SPRING

The air currents swirled

like water in the ocean,

swift and calming.

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The air reminded me of fall,

though life blossomed like spring,

new and refreshing.

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A garden green,

so filled with scents,

floral and crisp.

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Far above, in skies so blue,

clouds tumbled with rain,

heavy yet light.

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The new spattering of drops

sprinkled with announced vigor,

free and soaring.

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The air pushed back at me,

wanting me to stay outside,

lively and beautiful.

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I pushed back,

making it inside,

dry and warm.

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The water coarsed down my window,

trying to reach me through the glass,

wanting and calling.

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I stepped away,

and picked up a book,

old and familiar.

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I tried to read,

but the rain echoed in my ears,

loud and persistent.

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I looked out into the storm,

washing away the death of winter,

old and stale.

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It pounded ever louder

as I got closer,

victorious and abounding.

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I stepped into the rain,

letting it soak into my clothes,

cool and fair.

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Letting it run through my hair,

with my face thrown to the sky,

huge and cascading.

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The thunder roared over the land,

a lion declaring his claim,

powerful and commanding.

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I took in the world,

with a glance to the heavens,

vast and exciting.

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This was life,

this was beauty,

pure and deliberate.

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This was life.

 

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