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Rain falls gently on the earth

giving the plants color, rebirth

Birds don't mind, they thrive

the grass breathes green, alive

Worms gasp for air, wiggle and writhe

bees seeking the refuge of the hive

Songs and sounds fill the air

traveling on rainwater to my lair

I duck and dodge droplets with care

it seems only gray clouds can feel my stare

Yawning and aching from moisture about

avoiding puddles, changing my route

not much activity, lunch is in doubt

stomach is empty, beginning to shout

To the mouth of the cave, my usual station

Lionesses napping, back from vacation

from islands and beaches, both sides of this nation

Soon my time to leave, mind in elation

to mountains again, air transportation

body and mind catching up to my soul's education