Rain

I inhale blue by midnight.

I exhale grey at dawn.

Over arid lands, I sweep my silent arm.

I am life where all is stillness,

In the rolling hills, a drum.

An army spread with glistening spears, I come.

I clothe the naked mountains;

With my silk, I thaw their chill.

Beneath my hands, their iron rivers spill.

I am water into water,

Falling to eternal seas.

We are separated, joined, in symphonies.

I am song within the sky,

Laughing dance upon the earth.

Hear the breathing in the night—behold, my birth.

By Mary Faustina

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