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There Have Come Spring Rains by Leah Reynolds
Spring rains, here to stay. Through your haze the world seems fey. You cover all indiscriminately Reminding our instincts of the primordial sea And bringing life or destruction as you please.
Is rain a cliché, or an old mystery? A herald of gloom, or of peace that could be? Regardless, it holds charm for me. So rain, rain, have your way. Wash me through another day.
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