This is the place I breathe
Under the rain’s soft sway
Here in the green of things
Under a sky of grey.
This is the place I rest
Where the rain’s music sings
Gently upon the roof
Giving my dreams fresh wings.
This is the place I smile
Watching the earth renew
Watching each drop bring life
Seeing what rain can do.
This is the place I lean
On the soft weight of years
Thinking how kindness comes
Wiping away our tears.
This is the place I pray
That, as the soft rains fall
Into the thirsty ground,
So You will fill us all.
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