{a poem}

rain, rain
beating against the pane!

how endlessly it pours
out of doors

from the darkened sky-
I wonder why!

flowers, flowers
springing up after showers

blossoming fresh and fair

God has explained
why it rained!

-an excerpt from Streams In The Desert

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