The Soft Rain
the soft rain falls, then stops
and after it stops the sun winks, and
a twinkling embraces me like a golden shawl
of warmth falling around me
oh, the twinkling and sparkling is beautifully grand
it is like Mother Earth has raised up her gentle hand
'cause she had this scene already planned
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(October 14, 2020) Edited- March 3, 2021
Poetry/Verse/the soft rain
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