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    The morning rain feels so alive,
    Falling from a canvas sky,
    Washing away the world's misdeeds,
    While giving life to it's tiny seeds.

    As it falls the plants show it love,
    while the humans curse the gift from above.
    They guess as to why the rain falls from up high,
    and turn to belief of one above the sky.

    But the rain does not fall cause of god, man, or flower,
    it falls due to a different power.
    The rain that brings life, sorrow, and bliss,
    falls on it's own to deliver it's gift.