April Showers...
Like grey pillows floating in the air, silently taking place to replenish the earth. One drop starts the chorus of trillions of tiny spheres hitting the ground with the force of natures love. Nourishment for the times ahead when the sun is beating down and no rain is in sight. I feel the rain on me as I am now being renewed with the life bringing essence of redemption. The waters of 40 days and 40 nights washed away the impurities of this land once before, so too shall I be drenched and created again. Its only right that April showers refreshes me as I am a May flower, ready to bloom and show the world the beauty that lies with in my seed.
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