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“Every time it rains,
I weigh Your tears —
I weigh Your fears.”

I woke up to sweet, beautiful rain
Stickin’ my head out the door
Feelin’ the coolness drip over my face.
I was waiting for You to come,
To visit me even on windows
While You clothe me as I shiver.

I left a letter in Your forest
For I know there’s Someone
Who’s more than the trees
Who can sum up my mixed emotions
Written even in the dried leaves.

“It’s not just the leaves on the woods
That saw your tears,
So I called for the rain to accompany you,
Let your heart not be surprised
With a little sweet gift.”

I stick my hands out
And long for them to be washed
By this water from heaven.
Wash over me, Rain
Wash over me, Water —
Wash me clean.

“Stay put,
For I’m about to draw You near.”
The Sky’s shedding its tears today,
I caught Its droplets on my palms

And it was clear —
Transparent like glass.
Then I heard the voice of the Living Water.
“I have already made you clean

You are forgiven —
I am Your land’s Healer,
The Alpha and Omega,
The Beginning and the End.”
The Poetic Architect
Written by
The Poetic Architect  F/PPC Palawan, Philippines
(F/PPC Palawan, Philippines)   
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