Unpublished: Rain

I was walking
at work
between buildings
And the grey cloud
began to drop
her rain.
I noticed it first
in the small circles
turning grey to black
as each tiny drop
touched the sidewalk.
I stopped
and turned my face upward
closing my eyes
to the sky
as a child would.
And the rain
like cold pinpricks.
Small, chilly kisses
upon my skin.
All it was
was a soft
spring shower.
But my heart ached
as I looked up to heaven.
For I felt surprised
by kindness
and grace.

--an unpublished poem

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