The rains fell from heaven above,
Gently kissing the feathers of a Mourning Dove,
A rainy day filled with beauty and love.
The sun hid its gentle warmth,
And powerful winds blew from the north,
But the day’s beauty changed me henceforth.
It was not one that others would remark,
Indeed some would call it damp and dark,
But to me, it seemed perfect as I listened to the singing of a Lark.
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