Dark and thick they loom,
Crowding o’er the trees,
Branches shake and shiver
In the gathering breeze.
Spring rain, cold and hard,
But the grass is turning green,
Trees all covered in buds,
Mother Nature’s spring routine.
The first few large drops fall,
A heavy, staccato beat,
But then they come in a torrent,
And they wash away the heat!
Cool and dark and wet,
Spring storm over the swamp,
Tomorrow will be crystal clear,
Spring in all her pomp!
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