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Lord,
when you send the rain
think about it, please,
a little?
Do
not get carried away
by the sound of falling water,
the marvelous light
on the falling water.
I
am beneath that water.
It falls with great force
and the light
Blinds
me to the light.

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The sound of heavy rain falling on an iron roof at night is the ultimate for me. It happened last night. Baldwin asks God, I think, to make the rain keep falling. A fine 'sound' poem.
" the light blinds me to the light" beautiful. as the elders say " when it rains it pours" one bad thing is usually followed by another and another. but " this too shall pass."