New beginnings.

When gray clouds blanket

heavy with rain,

with all the things

it has seen,

all the cheer and the joy,

all the pain and the loss,

eager to tell,

to whisper,

to cry,

the earth listens,

and soon they become one.

Green springs, buds bloom,

and the scent of turned earth,

show us,

the relentless undying hope

found in new beginnings.

And like this each year,

the rains return

 to tell us new tales,

 to sing us new songs,

 and to usher new beginnings.

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