O Rain!
O Rain!
O Rain, precious to humankind!
How you make everything alive,
Sad and fatigued souls you find,
And remind them to enjoy their life.
Your one drop is a farmer's pride,
You give crops a fresh spirit,
Healing those who are lost and dried,
Your divine wonders have no limits.
O Rain, your majestic sound
Strengthens even a tiny sapling;
In you, my glee is found,
Grateful for the joy, you bring!
Copyright © Luna Beth | Year Posted 2025
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