Rain
The gentle rain is falling on the plain.
A summer wind carries milky warm mist
about the trees and greens that still remain,
Ebbing and flowing as they turn and twist.
Each dancing ,grateful to be water kissed.
Now Rooftops all drum a slow rhythmic beat
shedding its wet plane as gutters assist
channeling in copper throats to the street.
This shower of grace is truly a God sent treat.
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