Fertile

The spring rain, ever-present
in the dark storms of the mind,
melting away the squalid memories
of lost love and a forlorn heart,
flooding the desolate plains,
bringing life to the
delicate saplings of hope,
just now pushing through
the fertile soil,
like a newborn child,
learning to walk for the
first time, modest victories,
yet a break in the clouds
to reveal the sun, glowing
like a god's eye,
purging regret,
and bringing the new day.