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Spring Rain
by Haydn S. Pearson
The dictionary is terse and prosaic concerning many heart-lifting natural occurrences. Perhaps this is the logical way to define words, since human beings hold widely divergent opinions. But there ought to be a special category for spring rain. The succinct statement, "Water falling in drops condensed from vapor in the atmosphere," does less than justice to the blessing of a warm spring rain.
When the season has worked along to the point where green peas make colorful lines above the garden's brown soil and the rhubarb stalks are a foot high, a spring rain produces magical results. Meadows and sidehills that were predominantly brown suddenly turn green. Overnight the hardwoods put on pale green robes; the forsythias by the garden wall are banks of golden blooms. In perennial borders beneath farm kitchen windows, jonquils lift pennants of gold to the soft, steady rain.
Husbandmen stand in open barn doorways and watch the rain fall to earth. A spring rain in the city means splashes from speeding wheels and more difficulty in hailing a taxi. But out on the land where men live intimately with the weather, it is a welcome thing. The water fills wells and springs; it means nourishment in Earth's breast and the loosening of magic forces to start crops and grasses toward fulfillment.
There is no conclusion in Nature's cycle. The times of birth, growth, and rest blend imperceptible into one another. When man's reckoning of time shows the approach of May and a spring rain blesses the country side, he who is attuned to the heart lift of the seasons knows that even as the cold of winter must pass so in due time comes the season of new growth.
- from Countryman's Year
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