Fall on us, oh teardrops from heaven,
fall down on mother earth!
Drench us in your sweet sorrows
for only you can quench our thirst!
Without you, life as we know of it
on our dear planet would cease.
Pretty flowers would wilt in agony,
our fertile soils, dry and crease.
For the creation of all mankind...
water's a powerful gift from God above.
And when the skies clear you just may see,
a soaring high white dove.
Ashley C. Drake
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