A New Woman

RAIN RAIN

Wash away the evil, wash away the grief, wash away my pain, guilt and dirt.
Rain onto earth, feed the plants, feed us.
Slake us and help us live.
Feed the consumers so they can feed us too.
Rain for us to feast on our lives of God's mercy.
Rain is not evil, just wet.
Think of all it has done.
I know it has been wonderful to have sunshine, but rain should be loved just as much as sunshine.
Thou bestow upon God's blessings the clouds rain on us that we live to this day forward.


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