Sunday

Nothing is more alive than rain,
nourishing to all living creatures.
Springing forth, sharing its wealth.
Gently pattering and splattering.
Streaking down the windows,
distorting time and space.
Dancing on the rooftops, gleefully.
Singing loudly for its own glory.
Generously sharing its love
with all it falls upon.

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