I don’t know who did this
It smells of witchiness.
Some ancient magic I do not know
That the skies opened up and smiled upon my little strip of land
May the days be blessed of whomever conjured up this rain
Beautiful rain, the last rain of spring
Blessed be the drops that fall and soak the parched Earth
I wish I could do something tangible to express to you, the skies,
How grateful I am despite the pain
Elucidating Questions 
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