It is not raining rain to me, It's raining daffodilsRobert LovemanPromiseBy Elece HollisPromise of sunshine tightly curled In each swelling bud,Promise of sunshine and warmer days,Promise of gardens and summer squash,Promise of blackberries ripening on the bush,Of cool green shade and sips of sweet lemonade.Promise so immense it cannot be contained In a tiny seed, in a tight... Continue Reading →