Rain
Overnight rain falls
with its own unique sound,
blanketing the dryness
of yesterday’s ground.
I wake, see and smell it,
childhood memories receptive,
some of them messy,
a few so beautiful,
but I know that beauty is deceptive,
even the strange,
not-quite-morning light,
which God has arranged
to begin my day bright.
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