The rain is His.
He brings it to bring joy.
As it replenishes the earth it replenishes my soul.
I go out in it dressed in purity and I dance as David danced and I sing as Miriam sang.
I let the water wash me clean as it pours off my face.
My soul cries out as it lifts up my song to Him.
And He meets me there.
He sets me free and fills me with insurmountable joy.
I laugh and cry, barely containing my love.
He created me like this.
Not for others, not even for me.
He created me for Him.
Everything I am is His
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