By Hannah Schafer
Soft footsteps of rain tap the earth,
a lullaby for the restless trees.
Puddles bloom like silver mirrors,
holding the sky in quiet reflection.
The thirsty soil sighs in relief,
a whispered thank you to the clouds.
By Hannah Schafer
Soft footsteps of rain tap the earth,
a lullaby for the restless trees.
Puddles bloom like silver mirrors,
holding the sky in quiet reflection.
The thirsty soil sighs in relief,
a whispered thank you to the clouds.