Image Credits: Isaiah Ireland
As the rain pours, and the trees blow
A small sunshine peaks through
Though the animals went away, now they come out looking brand new
A small bird feeding her children
And the sound of crickets peaking
As the rain pours, and the drops hit
The sun comes out and it’s time for this rain to quite
This perfect season of new beginnings is called “Spring”
A new cycle has begun
And as the rain pours, it trades itself with the sun calling it to “Spring” again
Aaralyn Hunter is a second year student at West Chester University majoring in Harp Music Performance.