The cacophony of rain dripping from
the roofs
and eaves this spring evening come early:
and eaves this spring evening come early:
an erratically rhythmic splashing
in the puddles formed,
one drip dropping at a time, plink,
here and there
and across the yard, tiny echoes gently
answering;
soprano and alto voices, each in
her turn, create
this melody for the changing of the
seasons,
winter into spring announced in
music, softly ringing.
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