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Waiting for the rain
And the pain,
Showers with them bring.
The falling makes my ears ring!
For too long I’ve borne
This mud covered, hate-filled, existence.
From the rain and it’s cleansing,
Have I kept my distance.
And I despised the rain,
While yet I did wait in vain,
For the mud and flesh covered things I’d bought
To give me the solace I sought.
Then came the rain and its release.
With upturned face I absorbed its peace.
I looked down and happened to see
The muddy pleasures I’d hung all over me.
As the rain revealed them for what they were,
The weight of them I could no longer bear.
I let them go, splashing to the floor
And I saw the weight of them had caused me sores.
But now the rain flowed freely to every pore,
I’d long for this clean feeling evermore.
And the rain revealed how ugly I was within,
Yet showed me the beauty of life without sin.
And yet I despise the rain,
But I also want it more!
For it revealed to me the pain,
Yet also showed the treasure in store!
With each shower comes more power,
The muddy weights, they fall by the hour.
For in my heart, there falls anew
An effervescent shower!
So I wait for the rain and the pain.
And the peace and the power!
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