Rain Chimes

Rain drops patter
With this sweet world
They natter
They soothe and they chime
They make a sound
Simply sublime

They refresh
And they restore
Letting the world
Become beautiful
Once more
Simultaneously abhorred
And adored

Sometimes they waft to the ground
While others they pour
Elegantly vital
Critically beautiful
What they touch will change
Of this we can be sure

Dave James Horn ©

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