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In the distance the
spring thunder
Goes rumbling, rumbling.
Tickling rain from the clouds
As they go
tumbling, tumbling.
Gently caressing your
upturned face
Washing away your hurt
and fears.
Mixing with yours, her
very own
The sweet nectar of
Nature's Tears.
From winter's cold,
deathly grip
She coaxes each bud,
each blade.
Gently stroking,
restoring life
Bringing beauty again
to the glade.
The showers leave and
bring the sun,
As it has these
countless years,
Giving us proof that
life goes on
When it's kissed
by Nature's Tears.
David B. McCurley '02
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Song: Drum's Of Thunder
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