Rain

The rains of change

pound and pound

they strip

and reshape the ground

their tears fall upon

 

The rains of change

wash away the bare,

hopeless dirt

 

The rains,

they come and go

 

Each time they leave,

the ground is made a new

and life bursts forth

sweet, beautiful, and good.

 

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