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The soft gentle sound of rain falling,
Whispering in my ear,
Sounds as though it's my name it's calling,
Asking if I am here.
The rain comes down all around,
Cleansing all you see,
It's Nature's way of turning a frown,
Into a smile for me.
Why it is searching for me now,
I cannot even guess,
Or maybe it's wanting me to humbly bow,
To acknowledge how much I am blessed.
My life is more different today,
Than at any time before,
And I know that come what may,
The facts I cannot ignore.
Although rain sometimes falls in our lives,
It only serves to remind us,
Of all the things we can survive,
And all the things behind us.
So when the rain comes falling down,
Lift your face up toward it,
Give thanks that you are around,
To smile and enjoy it.
Copyright 2008 William M. Ward
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