Sparkling Rain

Sparkling rain, dripping, falling,
Crystals of the sky shattering on my doorstep.
The essence of life, the cool, wet, dampness
Of Spring, in her eternal grace and beauty,
Bringing back the life we long for.
Foolish men, who prize the rocks of the Earth,
When more they should prize
The silver sky!

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By Keith Survell

Geek, professional programmer, amateur photographer, crazy rabbit guy, only slightly obsessed with cute things.