Perfection walks in silence blooming,
Sleep easy with thunder looming,
All signs of former pain,
washed away in crisp spring rain.
In the distance, lightning roars.
Rebirth comes in great downpours.
Count the drops of life-line dew,
every drop will make it through.
From the mountains to the shores,
Back to the ocean's open doors.
And floating back, in clouds above,
It comes to me, the rain I love.
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