The rains come, the heavens open and the precious lifeblood of all falls upon the earth, the trees, the plants, the animals and the birds. Its own melody fills the cup of life and the rains brought the gift to me.

Of purity and life renewed, replenished, lifeblood never end. All around there is the sound of rejoicing life the gift from the Great One Above. Look up my friends and you can see, our Creator's love abounds and is all around me - and you and all the beauty we are gifted.

The birds sing and swoop and fly, the heavy rains removing that which was dry, barren in some ways, dusty and in need of the replenishing rains, but the rain has brought the reminder of the sacredness of life.

Morning Rain - the rains of Spring, of Summer and what the Evening brings.

The tinest of creation, so beautiful - so filled with life and most of all the greatest joy of his gift - the hummingbird I see, again and again, returning to feed and quickly flutter its tiny wings. So fast, so quick, it seems time stands still. Oh little bird of joy walela thank you for reminding me - thank you for the gift I now see.

Of those who I love, who I know love me. Of true friends and family. You came again and again as I watched you today, through the heavy rains, you did not stay away. But came to give me the gift of joy, in knowing that I have love in my life - the love of good friends, a husband, a son, a Father - my family and the animals who live with me as one, we are each other.

This is the gift you brought to me. Truth of life and love and joy - truth I now understand and know.

© Svhyeyi Aga - Evening Rain
Cherokee
June 2, 2001 314pm est
I dedicate this to all of you. You know.

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