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Rain

  • Writer: Sandra Rodrigues
    Sandra Rodrigues
  • Sep 8, 2022
  • 1 min read

I hear the rain drops.

I smell the freshness of the water as it hits the ground.

I see the green of the leaves emerging from the tired brown.

Breathing in the moment , I allow the languid rhythm of the rain to sooth my soul.

No need to hurry.

No desire to wish it away.

Just receiving the gift-

water from heaven

washing clean my pain.

 
 
 

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