Rain

The rain, the rain, it falls so free,
From clouds above, for all to see.
It taps the roof, it beats the ground,
Its gentle sound, a soothing sound.

It washes clean the dusty earth,
And brings new life to all its worth.
It fills the streams and rivers full,
And quenches thirst for every soul.

The rain, the rain, it’s a symphony,
A melody of drops in harmony.
It drums upon the window pane,
And paints a picture of nature’s reign.

The smell of earth when rain descends,
A fragrance that our spirit mends.
It cools the air, and calms the mind,
A peace that’s hard for us to find.

The rain, the rain, it’s a cleansing tool,
Washing away all that’s old and cruel.
It clears our thoughts and frees our heart,
A chance for us to make a fresh start.

It brings us hope and joy and peace,
A moment of grace that will not cease.
So let us dance in this gentle rain,
And be grateful for this gift again.

For in this world so full of pain,
The rain reminds us we can start again.
So let us cherish this precious gift,
And let its beauty give our spirits lift.

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