The rain pitter pattered
through my inky twilight dreams
The morning concrete sparkled
puddles tickled by the sun
where blushing camellia petals
pirouette in the bracing breeze
that took a break just to play
from ushering out last nights storm
And as the dark clouds
were blown out to the horizon
the wind whispered
"March has come"
The daffodils nodded in agreement
the winters gone
spring has begun
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