Rain, the cherished ally of my garden's delight,
Quickens the blooming roses with all its might,
And as droplets fall, my soul finds pure joy,
In nature's embrace, my spirits dance and deploy.
With each gentle patter upon petals so tender,
Nature's blessing arrives, a tender surrender,
The fragrance of life, carried on rain's caress, Transforming my garden into a scene of finesse.
Raindrops cascade, like nature's sweet kiss,
Awakening dormant buds with gentle bliss,
Their vibrant colors, adorned by liquid grace,
A symphony of growth, a visual embrace.
In the presence of rain, my heart finds its song,
Melodies of gratitude, enchanting and strong,
For within this wet symphony, I am alive,
Nurtured by raindrops, my spirit will thrive.
Author, Antica Zovko
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