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I wake up
And open my eyes
To the sight of clouds
The sound of rain

A cleansing symphony
Washing yesterday away

Each drop of rain
Inspires a million writers
A myriad of words
A downpour of thoughts

These tears from the heavens
Beckoning to be honored

For me the rain
Brings back memories
Set into my poems
Of days that have passed

Until the rain that I awoke to
Lulls me back to sleep

Where I can dream
Of the sunshine that follows
After the rainfall
The beautiful cleansing rainfall