Dark room
Rain on the roof
The sound, rhythmic
Closing my eyes
I can smell the rain
Walking in it, smiling
A warm spring day
All the growing things
Release their essence
Breathing in, you too are ecstasy
One with it all
The delicious music, plop! plop! plop!
Rain on the leaves
The flowers in the garden
Their faces, open in joy
As the rain falls on them
It is as if all of creation is love
Making love
As are we
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