Gentle the Rain

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Beautiful song for a rainy April day.

Suddenly the bare branches outside my office window are bursting with green crepe paper leaves, springing down under the weight of a black squirrel leaping off the fort’s wall and down the limb, startling me from the daze of rainy midday. At home, the woods behind our house approaches, the trees full and verdant in their new leaves and blossoms. The robins hop and watch us, and we watch them, and feel thankful for the trees and the quiet.

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