Pit...pat...
Pit...pat...
It's the rain on my window sill...
Gently thrumming a melody of symmetry...
As the water of God's Word and Love...
Rains on the barren lands of my mind...
Causing its' land to heal...
then flourish...
To grow in Him....
More like Him...
Pit...pat...
Pit...pat.
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