raindrops keep falling


the smell of fresh rain is a cooling calm.

cleansing mother earth, the rain is also cleansing my heart.

erasing footsteps on my heart i can tread where i had not dared to dream.

as raindrops trickle down from the sky, i know the tears father sky sheds for me are to encourage me to keep growing.

watering my heart, raindrops nourish my soul.

at the moment i feel so much and i cant even explain why.

im not too sure what it is, i just know i like feeling this way.

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