Sweet rain, you fall with tender grace,
A lover’s touch on earth’s embrace,
Soft whispers in the thirsty leaves,
A lullaby the wind retrieves.
You kiss the dust from summer’s brow,
And paint with light each blooming bough,
Each drop a note in nature’s song—
A hymn where all the world belongs.
Sweet rain, you blur the edge of time,
Turn city streets to pools that rhyme,
You hush the hurried feet and sound,
And bring a stillness all around.
Oh gentle rain, stay for a while,
And wash the sky with your soft smile.
You mend the broken, cleanse the pain—
How kind you are, sweet falling rain.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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