
There’s nothing quite as beautiful,
As seeing those rain clouds gather,
Wrapping the world with an all too familiar,
Wispy, hazy, splendor.
There’s nothing quite as beautiful,
As watching those first rain drops fall,
Like crystals, laden with myriads of colour,
Harbingers of hope and wonder.
There’s nothing quite as beautiful,
As walking in the falling rain,
There’s freedom, elusive freedom in all its glory,
Free from pain, free from worry.
Things look different through the rain,
Lights resonate with warmth,
Trees bend and sway with grace,
Nay, this beauty will not wane.
There’s nothing quite as beautiful,
As believing having ne’er seen,
The good things the Lord has in store for us,
He has already quenched our thirst.
There’s nothing quite as beautiful,
As knowing life is beautiful,
Neither a desperate attempt at optimism,
Nor a penchant for altruism.
Life is beautiful,
Only because He is –
Beautiful.

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