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And so the soft rain settles on my skin,
I stare toward the heavens and soak in 
The cleanse.

How wonderful it is to know that this gentle letdown may easily transform into an uproar of a mas,mad,storm.
The cleanse that can take so many forms.

Wash away all the dirt. Wash away all that hurts.

And so the earthly smell ,the ground rises to meet the air.
We know that life can still be created out of nowhere.

More promise of being alive.More promise that this life can still be bared.

And then the sound of quiet becomes so loud.Knowing that the stillness is where our beings may be filled.

Filled with peace.Filled with wonder.

And now our sight has become so bright.All of the worry and fight has been wiped.

The cleanse from all the madness stuck in our minds.
The cleanse from all the unsettling which linger in our souls.

And so the sun peaks out slowly reminding us that there is always more than just the storm.
Through its gentleness, through its wild rumbling.