Sweet nightingale sings
In the pouring rain of spring
Calling back sunshine
Gently sighed soft breeze
Parting clouds in harmony
Warmth to dry wet leaves
Tree leaves shift to Sun
Boughs tingle and drip no more
Bird you sing so well
Feathers drip no more
Bird sings her thank you to wind
Sun smiles in giving
Pond frog croaks to tree
“Ask no more of her song please”
My newts need the rain
Stream adds her support
My weeds wither without rain
Such selfish action
Basking snake say “no…
I need the warmth to hunt eggs
Nightingale sings loud
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