After the Rain



The air smells so fresh,
The countryside looks clean.
The sky is filled with many colors,
Of clouds slowly moving on.

I hear a bird singing in the trees,
That matches my feeling of joy.
The old is washed away,
And the dreariness is gone!

I love the earth after the rain,
It is a time of newness.
A rebirth of a new day,
Like the appearance of dawn.

Leona M. Mars
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March 23, 2023



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