Forget the Rain

Oh distant voice,
why do you speak of the rain?

The skies cleared
for needed moments,
clean as the Spring
that came to be.

Now flowers erupt
and fill the air;
shallow sun pierces
gentle clouds.

Oh distant voice,
forget the rain that fell.
You are carried
over a garden in bloom.

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