Rain

It rained last night,
	or rather it stormed
	with thunder, lightning, downpours
	too late for the garden
	but welcomed by the earth
	and the holdouts from summer.
The pond fish
	love new water
	it refreshes them and stirs
	to encircled dancing swims and schooling.
The waterfall flows freely, unhampered by the algae
	flushing the stones with bouncy drops
	and the surface draws birds and yard creatures
	to drink and stand in awe.
Rain cleanses
	renews the spirit
	binds us to the earth and existence
	inspiring our contemplation.
Life thrives
	and it is never too late
	to recognize where we come from
	accept our frailty in who we are.
Let the rain come
	wash away all tears
	make us whole again.

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