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Rain

Maybe

this whole time

instead of running away from the rain

we should have been running into it

asking it questions,

like:

‘If you can feed the green under my feet—

what is it, rain, that you can do for me?’

woman in white shirt with green background
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By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

7 replies on “Rain”

Rain has always captivated my senses. Its like pure blessings from heaven descending upon us. Thanks for sharing such a wonderful post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them. 😊

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Rain really does capture so many of our senses, doesn’t it! I imagine there would be many healing qualities to it, as well. I’ll definitely have a look at your writing. Thanks for your lovely compliment! ☺️🌈

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I’m glad you like it, Jason! 😊 I was outside earlier, listening to the rain on the roof and the deck, and I had this thought: do we really know about ALL the reasons it rains? I highly doubt that we do. 🌈

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