She Who Rains
She rains to the ground,
like a fiery hound.
She fills up the drying,
all because of their crying.
While they wept in their zone,
she kept them like her own.
She gives life to the living,
not only to the grieving but also the believing.
She understands our situation,
so she doesn't need an invitation.
She washes our pain,
and we call her as the rain...
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