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Yet . . . Life

When darkened clouds are deep with blended hues

and raindrops tap and slap the windowpanes

When muddy tracks are made by soggy shoes

and puddles fill the alleys and the lanes

When leaves release their droplets in a spray

and wind whips up your hair and tugs your coat

When thunder is not like to go away

and road is rather aptly labeled moat;

Then yet the farmer celebrates a win

and thirsty ground drinks deep and is revived

Then yet the driest grass can hope again

and life's pure green renewed shall have survived

Then yet the world has laid emotion bare

and joy can come through weeping sorrow too

Then yet the smell of cleansing fills the air

and hope can fill this life tomorrow too.