For the 26 November here’s a poem of rebirth …
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The return of the rain
Brings me to life again.
The touch of this holy water
Upon my skin
Washes me clean
Lets me begin once more.
The passion of the raindrops
Freefalling to the ground
Is the baptism of hope I need
So that I feel born again.
It resurrects a faith
That had all but died.
I feel rain, I feel alive.
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