The rain falls gently to the earth,
with each drop brings the gift of birth,
of stem and Leaf, of rivers deep.
All life depends upon where it seeps.
Even though it travels, it swirls, it carries, it sweeps.
The birds sing His praises when the heavens do weep.
Respect all these droplets which have strength in numbers,
for not all storms bring warnings of thunder.
So look up to the sky with a smile of wonder,
but build on high ground so not be taken asunder.
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