It always seems to restore my Faith
So I look forward To Autumn rain;
---It happily beams blessings to me
Walking under wet-dripping tree lanes.
In November rain I'd love to stay
To me it holds such Thanksgiving bliss;
It seems to elegantly wash away
-----Every melancholy gray mist.
It makes me feel warmly connected
To my dear Creator each rainy day;
It's then I thank God for my Blessings
----And I give Him Autumn Praise.
by Douglas Raymond Rose
Member Academy of American Poets
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