Rain comes soft-foot, with the young spring,
Drizzles, drips, to ease the old pain;
Tiny buds still drowsy on the swing,
While boughs shiver stirring by th' lane.
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This is a beautiful poem. I loved its rhyming and flow. Thanks for sharing.