Poem -
a morning rain
In the quiet hours of the morning,
A gentle rain began to whisper
Secrets to the Earth.
It was a tender conversation,
One that quenched the thirst
Of the parched soil beneath.
A tender lullaby that soothed the restless spirits
Of all who listened.
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