Spring Poems by Vivi

Genevieve wrote these two poems the other night, right before bed. (Both are untitled. Long story.)

1.
Soft tapping on the green grass and sidewalk, cars slowly rolling down the wet street
Birds chirping kindly
Gray but beautiful
Raindrops clinging to branches on the trees
Still and quiet
The rain silently offering a spring-time breeze
Listen to the spring
2.
Warm, gray evening
Smells like fresh air floating through the window
Bird eagerly singing its beautiful tune
Branches let every drop fall before it begins to drizzle again
Tapping rain sounds like footsteps quietly tiptoeing across the lawn
Sky shading the houses
Clouds quietly admitting they had been here all along

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