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Can You Smell The Rain

A child was premature

Only after 24 weeks her mother gave birth

She was only 12 inches long

When she came into this world

 

Her mother and father

Were waiting for news

And as always

Doctors filled them with gloom

 

She will not live for very long

And if she does complications

Will unfold

 

She will be blind

She will be deaf

She will be ********

She has not fully developed yet

 

Tears abashed as she cried in pain

Both parents distraught

At their tiny daughters plight

 

They said their prayers

They had their faith

The asked the lord

To watch over her

 

She survived 2 months

She was breathing still

They were fianaly able to hold her

Small tiny body in their arms

But still the Doctors said

She would not live long

 

And each time her parents

Would cry once more

This can't be true

She's breathing still

 

They said their prayers

They had their faith

The asked the lord

To watch over her

 

Two more months

Had passed on by

And still she breathed

And still she was alive

 

But alas the Doctors did say

She will not survive

Another day

 

Distraught once again

Her parents were sad

And once again they

Bowed their heads

 

They said their prayers

They had their faith

The asked the lord

To watch over her

 

Now five years on

She runs and plays

And does everything

A little girl does

 

And then one day

While out on a trip

With her loved ones

Her family and friends

 

She was chatting to mom

About things from the day

Of playing with friends

And her family

 

When suddenly she paused

And said out loud

Can you smell that?

 

Her mother concerned

Looked up to the sky

It was just about

To rain outside

 

She nodded to her

And said with a smile

Why yes little one

I can smell the rain

 

But shaking her head

She said no not that

Can't you smell that?

 

Puzzled she smiled

As she shook her head

Why yes my dear child

It's about to rain

 

Her daughter just smiled

And shook her head

Then patted her shoulders

And said out loud

It smells like him! ! !

 

Then her mother just wept

As her father smiled

And realized she was

Talking about God

 

The rain had stopped

The sun came out

She yelled with glee

I want to go play

 

She hugged her mom

Smiled at her dad

Its ok mom

It was just only God

Then ran off to play

 

Kaila George

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Sep 17, 2014
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This was sent through via email posted as a story...not sure if this is true or not but it inspired me to write this....smiles.

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