Rain weighs on mood yet shores up peace of mind.
Amid drenching city, field and woodland,
Drops gladden heart akin sound of steel band
And cause taut circles of life to unwind.
Entice senses with freshly vibrant hues
And damp aromas of pine straw and earth.
Let patch of blue sky signify rebirth
And meadow bathed in sunlight be your muse.
Welcome Nature’s breath in cathedral pines.
Watch her shake loose droplets of Adam’s Ale
And spill as grace across pained mortal brow.
See darksome places gleam, dressed to the nines,
With pearls of rain which bespeak divine tale
Of God’s loving hand in the here and now.
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| Touch Of The Devine |
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