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Listening to the rain fall outside the glass windowpane.
I can hear my dreams wash away, my hopes, what I thought the future would hold.
Washing away, far away from my grasp.
I’m reminded, I can not plan my future.
I’ll never know what it holds.
Everything inside me wants to desperately clench on and fight for what I think is best.
I’m learning to let go.
Let the rain slip through my fingers and fall where it suppose to.
Life will run it’s course, our divine heavenly father is in control.
The rains will come, they may wash everything away, but in the end the rain will always refresh your soul.

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