Footsteps fell atop the gleaming liquid surface;
pelting dark dirty shoes with newly formed pellets. The shoes were splattered
anew by each reinforcing wave of droplets; speeding through the night on an
important mission. Like shimmering angels flying down to earth bringing new
life and healing shattered hearts.
Angels washing through the hearts of
the many cleansing away the dirt of the day. Each step through the healing hail
would bring the spirit higher. The remnants of droplets below would sing out an
immaculate chorus filling hopeful ears with joy. A joy that would be transposed
through the wet pools into the soles of the passing man and women. A gift given
unto men for the life of the world. If only the rain could stay longer.
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