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.