You can see the smoke in the sky
Wildfires a hundred miles away mark the end of summer
The last measurable rainfall was sometime in July
And my soul is parched
I need the rain
Glistening streets and dripping leaves
To remind me that He really does make all things new
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Come to Florida and you can run in some rain with me. It's raining here so the I believe the rains will come to you soon my dear. "I remain confident of this...I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living."
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