See all the shining rooftops glistening
While to these raindrops we are listening
For pitter – patter as they splash their way
Across our window panes so grim and gray.
Tis one more wet and windy springtime rain
That’s come today to visit all again
Oh dancing sprinkles will you help us grow
A harvest crop we can be proud to show ?
The cattle low, the rooster crows
Tis quite early in the morning
The trees will bend, the wind it blows
Another day soon is dawning.
The squirrels hustle in the trees
Their booty they are defending
While pigeons roosting mongst the leaves
All their messages are sending !
The wind has wings you cannot see
It gathers leaves from every tree
It shuttles snow across the sky
And corrals the spores that soon fly.
Each bird that rises on the wing
Will travel on its whispering
While seeds that have in season dried
Must speed to fine some niche to hide.
This is the way God’s process works
Part of His scheme and all the perks !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 