Rain Is...

a million wet motherly kisses...

salt, seasoning the earth and bringing out all it's delicious smells...

the sky's tears, showering blessings with her sorrow...

a blessing of God, for with each drop of rain, new life is beginning...

the beginning of Spring and all her splendors...

wet drops of sunshine...

a river, fragmented by evaporation...

a scented natural perfume that lets the world wear a little color..



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Copyright 1973 by Blue
Song "Waterfall"
Courtesy Of Jazzman