And it softly sang me to sleep

There is something so peaceful about it.
Something so cleansing
The soft pitter patter
The steady rhythm
And occasionally,
When the wind begins to roar,
You can get swept up.
Swept up is some dark place
You rarely get to escape to.
So let it sing to you softly;
Let it erase the day you just survived.
Because rain has a unique ability
To nourish
To purify
To wash away
The trials of the day
The quarrels between lovers
The pain remaining from a yesterday

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