Thank you for the rain

It gets too hot, the weather is unbearable, the land looks parched and everything burns like it’s about to go up in flames. Then suddenly, the skies turn grey and a silent wind flows by, bringing with it droplets. They soothe each being, one drop at a time. It is raining. Somewhere, a tree is washed off the dirt, somewhere a seed lies, soaked with water and racy to germinate and somewhere, the mud emanates a fragrance that makes someone happy. And then somewhere a heart is washed off it’s cynicism. It’s barren, parched land readies itself to turn a lush green. Trees of hopes grow adorned with flowers of dreams.
Thank god for the rain


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