Especially after a dry spell,
I sometimes think that rain
is a form of grace.
The hazy horizon hosed off.
Raindrops graciously bearing
dust from air to ground
I love the sound.
The clatter of heavy rain
on car, canvas or roof.
A heavenly, peaceful sound to me.
So pour out sky-water.
Fall down life drops.
Nourish, cheer, wash.
Amazing, graceful, gracious rain.
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