After the Rain
The birds are singing after the rain -
From splash-soaked branches I hear
their chatty, cheerful chirps.
Clouds part and open to the sun again -
As if a thick storm had not passed
my home with rumbles and rain.
The dripping-drooping leaves and calm, cool air
invite an attitude of reflection
in puddles or minds.
Rejoice in this gift, so lovely and fair -
A new day fresh born and alive.
Be still and see.
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