The windows flung wide, chewies and poems tossed aside
as rain rushes down and down to bless the pine trees
We pause, puppy and I, to taste the green that eases
the air between dripping sky and puppy fluff
that sprinkles our sofa and rugs and rhymes
It is sublime, this moment free of time Just us sitting and sitting by the singing rain of spring
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Jacqueline