The world sounds different on a rainy day,
as if it has slowed in its frantic rush to accomplish things
that will seem so inconsequential tomorrow.
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Delivery trucks seem to take longer to shift gears
as they make their way along the puddle-filled streets
along the same routes they take every day.
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The grass, trees, and shrubs all seem to be slowly stretching,
as if waking up from a period of hibernation and lifting their heads
and looking around at all that has changed around them.
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Like the grass, trees, and shrubs, I also feel that I am waking
from a period of hibernation, at least a period in which I stayed
in, out of the heat, and prayed for a day just like today.
Thanks be to God.
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