The rain pitter patters
on my not-tin roof
it spatters
beautiful life, a lovely truth
and with the rain
comes the flowers
who erase the pain
with their smell, their seducing powers
god blessed the earth that was dry
and he brought the clouds
made the sky cry
and now the storm plays with many sounds
and i listen to it fall
on my not-tin roof
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