Today the soft rain is
not falling, rather blessing,
as gentle as mercy,
making the air
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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.
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