How lovely it is when it rains.
The feeling, the happiness that you almost forget pain.
Their sound falling on the rooftop,
sounds like echoes when I am on a hilltop.
I see God's love through the rain,
while I see myself as an ordinary plant along the lane.
An ordinary plant showered with a sweet spring rain,
like God's love poured onto me that I truly gain.
An ordinary plant bow down when poured by rain,
giving respect to the rain that helped him grow.
Like an ordinary me,
giving love and honor to the one who made.
An ordinary plant should live as hardworking as an ant.
Though stepped on, crushed, burned out and cut,
still fights back and get stronger like a knot.
Rain loves the ordinary plant. . .
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