By Al Albrecht, Home Spun Poems
To smell the freshness in the air,
As is gently falls to earth,
Bringing freshness to everything,
And giving forth new birth.
As it causes seeds to sprout,
And everything to grow,
It washes off God’s pretty greens,
In winter, it is snow.
I love to walk out in the rain,
What peace comes to my soul.
It seems to wash away my cares,
As it falls to earth below.