RAIN

I love the sight of this one.
The dawn has never brightened more.
I like the way the rain drops, reminds me of the way the troubles go.
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On the roof of the cathedral church, i hear raindrops like pearls.

The storm yet held my mind together though the thunder made me shiver.

I feel the scent of the soil, it isn't bitter. 

It touches my heart more as i remebered the days i ran under the water as a little child.

I would later find myself cruddling my mother after a scold, a spank in the butt that i would always remember.

Beautiful nature; tell me what else is better, than voices of worship lifted high with rain coming after.

As i gaze at the sky, i could tell i see  laughter beneath the dropping water

I thereby conclude that rain is an answer by nature to heal and hold us up.

A vigil i will always remeber.