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Golden rain, refreshing parched earth and soul- come.

Pour down from the opening heavens- pelt me.

Pound life back into the earth and into my soul.

Freshen my dehydrated spirits. Plump them up.

Let them again burst wirh savouring life, flavoring rife

For there has been  a dreary drought - lasting doubt.

Would that earth's life force fall from heaven's heights

And fill me to the brim, to overflowing

Purifying my soupy soul, the murky morass

Until the flow runs clear.

Golden rain, heaven's coinage, shine my soul anew.