It is a gentle sound until it's not. It is a welcome visitor until it's not. And the rain just continues going and going and going and we believe it might never end. But the trees keep blooming, the grass keeps getting greener, the waterways keep getting fuller. And the rain keeps falling. Welcomed or not, it simply continues tapping on windows and roofs, a musical rhythm written by the nascent season. The baptism of spring bringing forth life after death. The heavenly sprinkling for the thirsty ground. The cleansing stream across the earth. Wash away. Wash away. Wash away.
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