Just a little rain
Restores my hope in life again
Brings release after pain
Restoring a sense of nature’s blessing
And even though these sudden showers that fell
Tell a tale of extremes
Still they are so welcome here
There is a comfort in the heavy skies
And a lilt of joy
In thundering noises that roll
And swell
And rumble on by
Leaving a landscape
Renewed
In hues of deepening green
As dusk scatters it dusting of dark
Bidding our weary souls to slow and rest
Where on earth would we be
Without this force of nature
That rises and swells
We can never tell the why and how of it
And yet
Here amidst the storm and showers
As some take shelter under drooping bowers
Somewhere deep inside
Our beings come back alive
With the falling of
Just a little shower
Emerging From The Dark Night 
Again you capture perfectly what many are feeling.
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Yes very beautiful. I take it on another level the symbolism of your poem the rain also is the water falling on us from the Spiritual Realms we have an abundance of this to draw on but we would rather burn or drought ourselves than take a drink or bathe in the Spiritual Water so freely given. Bless you.
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You really got this poem…There is a spiritual blessing in that rain that is available…beautiful, Nanette..
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My pleasure
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I always find the rain memerizering glad you were able to get some much needed showers Mate.
When it rains more times then not it pours , the precipitation of second chances is rare commodity to find allowing the wash away the I’ll gotten will of your wicked transgressions.
There are some actions committed by your hand there is no coming back from keep that in mind sometimes it’s all or Nothing.
https://evolutionofselffeedyourhunger.wordpress.com/2019/10/20/precipitation-of-a-second-chance/
Stay safe Deborah luas dia I do thuras
Alex
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