His love is like the rain. It refreshes. It rejoices. It rejuvenates the soul. It heals. It forgives by washing all the hurt and hate, impatience and anger away. It cleanses. It purifies. It grows. It is needed. I cannot survive without it. It is life-giving. And so, whenever it rains, I stare up at the sky, kissed by its showering tears, and think of him.
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