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Created on: June 07, 2008
When it rains it's time...to listen
to everything that moves;
the heart beat of my inner self
and my horses restless hooves.
Astride a horse so huge and high
that only rain can reach my place.
I'm blessed to love this gentle rain
I listen, I feel my God's embrace.
That rain that falls on tree tops
and filters to the ground
just feeds the needs of mortal cares
with a rain's unique, soft and steady sounds.
I listen cause I feel the need
to stop from time to time
and rain tells me to cease my day
like a big red life stop sign.
So here I am a happy man
with nothing new to say,
but rain helps me get through life
in wet, but soul surviving ways.
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