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The rain does not arrive to make us hide,
It comes to wash away our fear and pride.
Each silver drops whispers soft and clear,
"After every storm, brighter days are near."
It kisses thirsty fields with gentle grace,
And paints new hope on every waiting face.
The tallest tree and smallest flower know,
True strength is found in learning how to grow.
The rain asks nothing, yet it gives so much,
It heals the earth with every quiet touch.
Like kind words shared without a thought of fame,
The smallest acts can light the brightest flame.
So, when dark clouds gather in the sky above,
Ill hear the rain speak faith, patience, and love.
For every drop that falls from heavens blue,
Reminds my heart that life begins anew.