This is very simple, and has spawned something much cooler and more interesting, which is currently in revisions and will be posted next weekend, but for now you can see where next week's poem began. And yes, it is raining on my first three tulips that have bloomed so far this spring.
Dripping, soaking, drizzling
the wet soaks through
soil, clothes, skin.
They are rooting
spreading themselves out
underground
becoming stable
reaching for the sun
bursting bright colors into
the world, embracing
the sky with their roots deep
and strong underground
drinking the rain
life from the clouds.
Wet days make the dry days
bearable and beautiful.
If every day was sunny
they would die dry and cracked
give thanks for the rain
that feeds the joy of
sunny Spring days.
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