This poem came as I sat watching a spring rain wash nature clean.
Pain and Rain On a wet, spring day Branches drip loneliness. Sunbeams stream gentleness Pain and rain stain the soul. Distance separates. Ablutions wash winter's grime. Absolution is near.
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