Summer Rain


The summer rain came. The sky opened up and in its abundance it gave. The water fell upon me like a cloak. There’s a sense of goodness in this spontaneous downpour. A gift had fallen upon me. It came and released the aggression within me. It came and washed me clean. The rain had come and quenched me heart. The heavens flooded me. As quickly as it came, it went and left me wandering. Exploring how the water changed the trees, and grass, and sand. The water came and life will burst up from the ground below. For the clouds give their gift so the earth grow what we have sown. The summer showers came and went. They left me drenched to my toes. And in my cold and wet state I feel a playful dismay. Both joy and sadness can be reaped from the shower’s short display.

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