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Water dripping down my hair, my face, my eyes,

drops of water on my lashes,

sliding off my nose;

I drink in this rain,

thoroughly soaked,

and thoroughly wondrous,

inside and out.

I drink in this wonderful feeling

tentatively but gratefully accepting this longed-for forgiveness

- like a farmer would accept this rain after a season of dry and parched land -

and relief washes over me,

as the rain continues it's healing.