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The first spring rain

The first spring rain

patters softly on the glass

until a quiet settles

with no gradual courtesy

and all you hear

is a faraway gutter

carrying all winter's ice and snow away

and a drawling fan

of constant hope

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EasonBrooks
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Mar 12
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