Rain
I sit staring,
Out my window
Just watching and listening
As the Rain falls outside.
As I sit here staring
My mind begins to work
Thinking Wondering Planning
Spurred by the sound of the rising storm
The rain falls in sheets
Blanketing the surrounding views
As the Rain brings Earth
Into its soft embrace
The Waters of Life flow
Quenching the thirst of the Parched Plants
Then it eases
Rain falling in ever decreasing amounts
Until it ends
The clouds having spent their precious load
Depart to reveal the warming rays
Of the hot Summer Sun.
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