Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.
So the rain never left us, just hesitated to refresh us, while hoping to remind us
that nothing grows with sun alone; thirst is one moment closer to hunger, and heat can wear out its welcome
for those who look for the willowherb to rise in sight of water, and the lily pad to float and blossom further out of its depths.
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