The rain starts to fall when I am bent down close to the Earth pulling weeds in my garden. I raise my face towards the sky and feel it flow from the brim of my straw hat and drip down my back. The day has already been so sticky hot and I welcome the cool bath from the heavens. I close my eyes and let it wash the sweat from my brow and I feel it cleansing the dirt from my hands. It is good here crouched deep amidst my flowers, hidden from the world and wet with the promise of new life.
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