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Touch me tender
Trickle slowly
Like no other
Yes, you know me
Drenching my soul
Dripping softly
Walking amidst
As done oft'ly
Washing the world
Rinsing it clean
Second chances
Make me believe
Look to Heaven
Thank Him again
For precious gifts
of mice and men
Quench my thirst
And make me whole
Tripping, dripping
Enjoying my stroll
What, you may ask
provides my lift?
What's so special,
what is this gift?
I've said before
and will again
The gift God gives
is glorious rain!
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I started this poem to enter the RAIN contest, but finished it a day too late. *shrug* Oh well, I hope you enjoy it regardless.
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