Rain from the sky.
Rain from my heart.
My dry soul is resuscitated.
The dusty dry cracks now moist with refreshment only God can send.
A creaky, tight spirit flows freely once again and a joyous aqua-duct runs its course through my life.
Just as a summer thunderstorm clears the air, a spiritual melt down clears the soul and allows regrowth.
Maybe the hole in my heart will fill in with happy beats.
The weakened soul may strengthen and reflect a true joy again.
Precious love and passion for living will return and a whole being will once again thrive.
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