"The kiss of the rain, is like the quietness of the wind, while it brushes the water, it's graceful and vengeful, creating a blanket upon the skies, and in its mist, bring growth and prosperity, pastures laid green, what was old grows into something more beautiful. The kiss of the rain, like God pruning and cutting out what is rotten, to reveal something new. How nothing like a blunt rolled, feet wet from the nimbling of her kiss, to praise Him for the meaning of letting rain cool down and replenish what's dead. Relevant unto the many layers I hope I'm shedding, cause He knows her kiss, is what keeps me going."
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