Blessed rain drop,
How precious ‘areth thee?
The cloud enriched in Heaven’s crop,
Hiding is the moon for her stars crying to be free...
The Rain’s a sky painting,
She sings a song to the cloud...
A kite weeps on a sting thus aching,
Heaven’s choir chimes aloud...
A purple polished wind,
Asleep is the lonely sand...
A wager payer a hand’s stipend,
The Rosary chimes pleasant ‘neath her hand...
Plenty are the eyes that look up,
A pigeon recites the Lord’s pathway...
The sky is Heaven’s blue syrup,
To the left is the Blessed children’s parkway...
The ice cream sings to him,
A wafer dissolves to the milk’s up bring...
A boiled egg speaks to the loaf slim,
Rhyming outside is the Blessed Mother with Miracle Wings...
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The Rain Poem Stanza 2 Explanation Kips Notes
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