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In The Rain


Falling rain the heavens weep,
heft soothing sounds to rise our sleep.

Sweet scent of life this water sings,
with breath of gods and other things.

The guides of lighting know our path,
power shown with blinding wrath.

To prey the folly of our fears,
though weary soul the terror adheres.

So thunder calls for us who hide,
reminding us where we reside.

To step outside and wash our pain,
stand strong with roots and drink the rain.


-- Stephen P., Adult