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Babies and Rain

They come from a cloud for crying out loud I love babies and rain. The pitter the patter the thunder the chatter from heaven god opens the gate. Love pours out like a sieve blessing the world where we live. And to this there is no debate.
New life will begin as the new waters send that which we depend. The vail holds the crown do ordain. So much for my banter the rumbler the rantor. I love babies and rain!

--Daniel C., Adult