A hidden wooded valley
in the east,
A child awaits the first
sweet signs of spring.
Some yellow buttercups
and, not the least,
Pale purple violets that
raindrops bring.
Ten thousand fairies tap
dance on the roof.
Sweet scented breeze breathes
life and makes her sing.
The rains pour down
their unrelenting proof
That spring is here with
all life raindrops bring.
The dancing rain becomes
her childhood friend.
They greet her while she sits
on her porch swing.
And when the lightning
and thunder storm end, She skips about in puddles raindrops bring.
But in the mountain
desert brisk winds blow,
Spring showers she now
meets are likely snow.
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