This June like years back
Is the time things grow.
This last a full night of storm struck.
I left the window open to a full rain fall.
Fields, animals and plants took it in.
A big drink for all my mother used to say.
Talk of drought has been slowed.
Plants will grow, and fields to be mowed.
i lost the final paragraph while i know i saved it. it has not happened for a while.
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