Rain over me
Water falls like tears from the sky stinging my face. It causes my soul to come to life. It causes my heart to beat again, come into rhythm...I will not melt. I will not cry. I surrender to this force greater than I... let it fall. Let it cleanse my weary soul. Let the rain fall where it may and may it rain over me.
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