A Garden of Tingles

Cumulous clouds gathered momentum

Charging through the expanse of sky-grey

Mist like flamingoes in flight. Then came a bounty

Of rain that tore the day in half and set the garden

A tingle, each bud bursting to springtime

In a momentary mime-dance of perfect synchronicity.

 

 

 

 

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