Oh, Rain

I stand in the rain,

Let it touch my face

With its cold embrace.

I can’t believe how beautiful it seems,

The rain, so clean, as it falls,

Making all clean.

I feel it as it falls down,

I feel sorrow and heartache.

Tell me rain, when will this stop?

When will I be clean?

Will it ever end?

You clean the earth, but if I stand in your cold embrace,

Will I, too, be made clean?

Oh, rain, please, fall on me, make me clean!

I hope you enjoyed my poem. God bless you, my precious avids and please keep safe in this very dangerous time.

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