This Poem Called “Rain”

Rain fuels the soul.
Cleanses the mind.
Heals one lacking inspiration.
Rain represents freedom:
The ability to fall and rise infinitely.
Like the rain…
I
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l
Like the rain…
Yet, I was once like the pavement.
Not necessarily concrete.
Just walked on – trampled on – mangled to defeat.
Now the very thing that hits it…soothes it.
Beautiful droplets of hope reminds me…
Like the rain…
All things fallen can rise again.
© Veronica N. Davis, 2015 Poetry