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0050 Morning Rain In Early Autumn

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Today the soft rain is
not falling, rather blessing,
as gentle as mercy,
making the air
more airy, if that can be,
nature’s air conditioning let’s crudely say,
and the geraniums blessing, in their turn,
the front door to my heart’s home, are, manifestly,
exhibiting pleasure.

It’s almost a century since the Indian, Professor Bose –
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Raynette Eitel 07 August 2006

It has been many years, Michael, since I heard rain is not falling but 'blessing.' My father's family, ranchers in a desert place longed for rain each day and when it fell, they knew they had been blessed. Your descriptions of the geraniums by your door left a lovely picture, but the rain 'gentle as mercy' left a better picture of your soul. Raynette

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Scarlett Treat 07 August 2006

That last line - I'll leave the door open on this day of soft and gentle mercy - is, in my eye, perfection. Leaving our hearts open for what fortunately comes our way - Beautiful, Michael.

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