Animal Rights, Spiritual and Inspirational poetry that touch the heart and soul, and provoke the mind.
The first spring rain
is so different
from the bone-chilling
storms of winter,
Not pelting
or pounding
but floating in
on a gentle southerly breeze,
with drops as soft as velvet,
Caressing
and seeping into
the slowly opening pores
of the just-awakening earth,
Bringing nature’s
sweet life-force
and the joyful promise of rebirth.
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