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After the rain, when

the greens became so green

the wind began to blow

with a bitter cold

reminding us to be

grateful for the warmth

of the golden sun

We had complained

just days ago of

the relentless heat

even dreading, what

lies ahead, as spring

turns to summer

I came to realize, then

 that we change

as much as the weather

only, it has no choice