The rain remembers
The rain remembers sacred names Etched in dust and carved in flames, It weeps for those who dared to stand With calloused hearts and outstretched hand.
Each drop a verse the skies once wrote On burning hills, on shattered hope, But still it falls, a balm, a sign That grace returns in perfect time.
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