The rain falls harsh yet soft,
Each drop repeating and echoing through my loft,


Changing pace and rythm every so often,
Leaving me in a hypnotic trance, all my worries forgotten


Mother nature's gift which our senses can all feel,
A blessing from God, beckoning us to pray and kneel


With it comes life, greenery and creation,
Turning dust and death into happiness and elation,


The rain remains soft to touch, causing little damage to us


No matter how hard it may fall, it provides peace and stillness within our four walls


  • Goldfinch60

    So true, rain can be so relaxing as can all of natures wonder and beauty.

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