By The Window Sill On A Rainy Day

The rain cascades,

The leaves hum, the roof sings,

The birds hide, the grass dances,

And my spirits lift.

The trees take a shower,

The thirsty earth gets quenched,

My drying clothes get soaked,

But, my tear drenched spirit feels light and dry.

The rain has ceased, the birds come out again, to sing.

The trees seem to reach out, a little higher.

The clouds give way; the sky shines a little brighter.

The garden within my spirit rejoices; the flowers-they are abloom.

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