Day 9
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It rained last night.
And all of those flowers
that had their wilted heads bowed,
because they were no longer able to face
the weary heat of the day,
are now looking up,
Full of life, and beauty, and color.
Rain upon me, O God,
And refresh my weary soul.
Carol Howard Merritt
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