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Blissful Fortune of Rain

In the book of memories, one may recall the joy of exquisite loveliness in the delicacy form of a flower with unique colors after a sprinkle of rain running across the blooming of its radiance.

It opens and wakes the nature for maturity to begin and flourish a blossom to gleam its splendor.

One notices the bee traveling from one flower to another pollinating the gift to thrive amongst the plants.

The beauty and the sweet scent of its smell brings freshness that excides a wonderful pleasure and a youthful glow.

Somehow it has a tendency upon sight to quiet one’s soul and peace lies within.

In weathers of severity may show an obstruction of life that may be unforgiving.

The quantities could pour down so hard as to damage this sensitive graceful softness.

This entity of rain believed by some could bring good or bad luck. I suppose like all, there chance of fate can be determined by its choice.

Success could be measured in the happiness it unfolds in the satisfaction of its gratitude.

This is a personal prosperity of your desire that one may observe. A contentment of joyous delight may spark charming excitement that draws a pretty picture.

Some may look at rain as being a sorrow and ask, “What will we do today that can be objective?”

The plants may be dancing, enjoying the pleasantness, singing along the freshness that cools them down from the excessive heat.

The dryness from the sun can be painful amongst the nature of its growth. We should be fortunate to admire the rain that sustains the living to maintain a favor which will be thankful.