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Clear Water

I've always liked the rain.

A simple pitter patter on my feet.

Repetitive but easy to change.

Goes with the flow but makes it's own way.

Douses and cleanses.

Spreading life.

I've always liked the rain and it's charming smile.

How it does allude.

For I follow It to the ends of the earth.

The galaxy.

The Universe.

Is that too far?

Never for something you love.

Some may say they'd go that far for God.

But I go for the water from the clouds.

From the sign of change.

And light.

For I have always liked the rain and always found it bright.

It makes a simple song.

One I'd sing over and over.

Until the tune lay across the ground.

Like a blanket of water.

Maybe that's why it rains.

For the sky got too heavy with wisdom.

And the ground too dry with pain.

So the sky spreads it's knowledge.

But loses beauty in it's shame.

Is that why it thunders?

Because it knows it has waited too long.

For people like me are patient.

But without the rain grow less and less strong.

I've always liked the rain.

Does it like me back?

Maybe we could be friends.

I think we already are.