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Rain

I love everything about rain.
Drip. Run. Pour. Sprinkle.  Shower.
Deep soaking rain or a "gully" washing rain.
Coming straight down or sideways with the wind.
Rain gently falling hypnotizing a household.
I love everything about rain.

I love everything about rain.
Birds beside the gutter gorging on worms.
Children's laughter as they play in puddles or dance in a warm rain.
Old men's worry lines ease as they look out the barn door.
A wives slow exhaled prayer of thanks.
I love everything about rain.

I love everything about rain.
The leaves open and the grasses relax.
An opening.  Softening.
A reviving.
Rain recharging the soil with life and washing the dust from death.
I love everything about rain.

I love everything about rain.
The sweet smell of the rain on the air.
Refreshing soul, spirit and mind.
An awakening.  Imagination and ideas come back to life.
Hope.  Rain brings the hope of new life.
I love everything about rain.

I love everything about rain.
As I breathe it in and capture its presence,
I am reminded of another.
A Spiritual rain.  A holy presence washing, cleansing restoring.
A washing with your Word and with your Spirit.
Standing, arms open wide, waiting for your rain on me.
I love everything about rain.

I love everything about rain.
The violence and totality of a flooding rain.
The rivers washing the soot and debris out of its way.
Stranded, beached and immovable born away in its arms.
Purged.  Independence abased.  Dreams dashed as hopes renewed.
Filleting, scraping and dumping the surface and un-moored.
I love everything about rain.





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