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Rain,
it can be soft to the touch like a caress on a cheek. It can pour out it's sadness Is it god crying for all lost souls? As clouds cover you with mist in anticipation of sunrays that soon will arrive. Rain can be cold and angry not caring who it hurts. It falls upon you as you ask for forgiveness of all who have failed it. Bursts of dewdrops are felt on the leaves as you wander by, praying for deliverance. Rain can compell you, make you run, and not walk in the light. A slight breeze can sway you in one direction or another. Rain .....is like walking on a cloud... Rain touching your fearless heart.
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