Looking out the window I saw her hanging clothes on the line.  The wind blew her hair and it swirled over her face. She began to smile. Suddenly a cool rain started to fall.  The laundry was getting wet and still she smiled.  She began to dance. The pouring rain soaked her hair and her clothes and she still she danced. She began to laugh.  Dancing and laughing in the spring rain.  

When winter has passed and everything awakens with new life, I think of her.  Her dancing and laughing around the clothesline.  I see her in the spring rain.

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