A gift from the skies of grey
A love in most simplest of ways
Down from the heavens she comes
Cleansing the path, she runs
Now heavy your heart may seem
For the sun in your heart cannot be
Awakened this day in the sky
As the damp from the clouds runs awry
If you quiet your soul to the rain
Let go of all pressure and strain
Breathe deep in your soul, the dew
Capture content as it brews
And look how the landscape now sings
From the grass, to the bark and the spring
Elated in purity's bath
An elixir of angelic craft


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