Rain
Cleansing the air with ancient snow,
nourishing the soil from which all flowers grow,
soothing my soul with gentle patterns of sound,
one with my heart as you fall to me from the clouds.
Cleansing the air with ancient snow,
nourishing the soil from which all flowers grow,
soothing my soul with gentle patterns of sound,
one with my heart as you fall to me from the clouds.