Rain: In Memory of Gran


Rain hits my face today, and I confuse it with tears.
I should remember that after sorrow, there may be rejoicing;
after sadness, happiness may come,
remember that rain brings growth.
My Gran is only watering her garden!
We are her flowers-some of us bright, some soft and delicate,
and others are full of color.
Each one of us is so unique.
Soak up the raindrops!
Thrive when the sun shines down on us again.
We have strength and comfort through Granny.
Let it rain!

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