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April fool, love, poetry, rain, soul
The rain it comes
and does not stop,
refreshing crisp and cold.
Wash clean and cleanse,
my tired eyes,
refresh my sleepy soul.
It burns my skin,
and wakes my sense,
it’s kind, but also cruel.
Wash out the dust,
lays bare our soul,
to cleanse the April fool.
© Rain 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Solitary Raindrop, Hedon, East Riding of Yorkshire, England. This raindrop acted as a crude lens, focussing and inverting the trees behind it! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Worldly Winds 
yes…rain is a cleaner and refresher
…and it’s cheaper than a shower!
Seriously – thank you for your support and positive comments, it really is important to me 🙂
This is one of my favorite poems you’ve written.
Aw thank you so much – it’s always good to get feedback like this. It gives me a feeling of direction – Thank you 😀