It rained last night, what a lovely sound,
With kisses so welcome, it softened the ground.
A raindrop sparkles on a leaf by my door
Iridescent and trembling waiting for more.
A spiders web shimmers, gossamer lace.
With fairy like fingers it caresses my face.
A snail leaves a trail as it moves slowly along
The rain freshened air fills with the birds lovely song.
The world is awakening, the sun will arise
Flame coloured banners will colour the skies,
New buds will open and flowers bloom again
Welcoming new life, brought by Gods blessing of rain.
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By Winifred Grace Turner
Rambling At The Bridge Head 