It Rained on My Birthday

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01/31/2025 💌

The sky weeps softly on this sacred day,

Silver tears kissing the earth where I lay.

Not sorrow, nor grief, but a gift from above,

A gift of blessings, a shower of love.

Each drop whispers secrets the spirits have known,

Washing away all the burdens I’ve sown.

Cleansing my spirit, renewing my soul,

Making me ready, making me whole.

The rain sings a song of abundance untold,

A promise of of riches and gold.

It waters the roots of all that will grow,

A token of fortune the ancestors bestow.

Life blooming wild with a tender embrace.

A sign of good luck, a future made bright,

Bathed in the glow of the storm’s silver light.

Let it pour, let it dance, let it play,

Let it bless me in torrents on this special day.

For rain on my birthday, as old wisdom knows,

Brings a fresh start, blessings, and all that bestows.

~ T. Jackson