A Gentle Rain
And there it was a gentle rain
falling from the blue.
A quiet drip, a constant refrain
soaking earth’s rough terrain;
washing away all her pain
with the heaven’s dew.
I oft feel we resemble the sky,
It rains as we cry.
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