The Rain

April 7, 2009
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It comes so fast
and slows at last.
How did it from,
Where’d it come from?
I look up at the sky,
at a blessing in disguise.
It awaits
but I’m afraid.
Its brief stay
would bring grief.
A cycle not stopping,
Now a blessing,
Here and staying.





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