Rain of rain.

Spring fever,
Always leaves me,
Cut short,
And dust eyed.
Drowning it seems,
It heavy air.
Beauty blossoms,
And clogs my lungs.
Rain of rain,
Come down.
Curtain of mist,
Blanket the ground.
Like silk on a woman.
Mother nature,
Clothed in denser,
Colour.
Vivid plants, tress and mud.
All manor of small detail,
Brought to focus.
Changing layers,
Through down poured waters.
Gentle silk screen,
Vapour on my face.
Springtime blossoms,
Look randomly placed.
But, budding leaves,
And peaking flowers,
Bring a smile to my,
Drenched lips.
Rain of rain,

Come down.