The day after a good rain
The world can begin again
The ever-hopeful sun
Hangs up its washed clouds
And everything green gets greener
Flapping in the breeze
Slowly the dashed peonies lift
Their sodden heads back up
Drying off from the dirt
Resuming the pleasure they take
In giving themselves away
Just put your face in one
You'll get heaven's drift
A small voice that pleads
What more could we have done
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