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Falling is the dawn’s rain,
God’s tears—the most gentle—
beautiful expressions of grief and joy.
The grief of flooding waters
has passed—collateral damage
of the water sacrifices of purification
from time immemorial and Noah’s story.
Let us not fear the dawning rain,
seeking to walk between the drops;
rather let us walk…in the bosom of nature…
each raindrop anointing us with the water of love:
healing waters soaking our treeing roots.
Indeed, if it wasn’t for the rain—God’s tears,
where would we be…?
Come…let us walk in and to the pitter-patter rhythm
of falling raindrops.
As we have weathered the storms of rain,
so shall we not wither…because of the rain:
Let freedom not only ring; let it also rain down
the blooming of peace, love and purpose.
