My cup runneth over
with words of concern and kindness
gestures of love and hope
with falling rain for my garden.
It was just a drizzle, but enough to give the drying flower beds hope. Enough water to cool the leaves of plants and fill the buds of flowers with thirst quenching water.
It was enough to drench plants with pearls and diamonds.
It was enough rain to intimidate those small insects that had forgotten what rain is or perhaps this insect was one of those that was born between the rains.
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