Rain

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Rain

The older I get, 

I begin to see

The wonders that sit,

All around me.

I love the smell of 

A fresh new rain.

Glinting beads above, 

Run the wood grain.

This loamy twist 

And dewy embrace, 

My cheeks now kissed 

For what I now know is grace.

What once was to flee, 

The sign of all sorrow. 

I really now see

Brings better tomorrows 

Even in storms, 

When rain pellets sting.

Something transforms— 

What’s coming is spring.

I’ve been through the storm

I’m older, I know. 

Nothing’s forever torn:

It’s what’s needed to grow.