These past few days have been warm, overcast and wet. Everything spring ought to be. A haiku, times three, in celebration.
I
Peepers sing at dusk.
The loons swim on pristine lakes.
Rivers swell and roar.
II
Warm rain pounds tin roofs.
Snow melts away like sugar
dissolved in water.
III
Lightening flashes bright.
Thunder shakes windows and walls.
Still - the peepers sing.
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