What is Rain

Those little droplets that fall from the sky,
causing the birds not to fly:
It calms our minds and cleanses our souls,
But yet we see it as something so cold;
It brings us flowers after a winter thaw,
But all we remember is the damage it caused;
It renews the life of so many things,
But we just think of inconvenience it brings;
Its beauty, freedom, future and growth,
A representation of a nation with hope;

Author: Sarita A. Milliner © 10/22/14

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