I’m standing on the deck, coffee in hand,
Three dogs by my side as the rain comes to land.
No thunder, no lightning—just a warm, gentle fall,
To nourish God’s botany, soft blessing to all.
The morning, she rises—I watch the rain fade,
Serenity spills from the colors God made.
As the light is revealed, it quiets my mind,
A rare little...
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