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The beautiful, refreshing rain is how I awoke this morning. Never mind the car alarm blaring, the dogs barking. It was the cleansing, fresh rain that I heard. Pitter patter on the skylights. Harder, lighter, coming in waves. My bed is warm. My body is rested. It is a new day. A gray, lazy, cold day. Coffee in hand, full from buttered toast with jam, I begin my new day as God wants me to. With thanks. With words. With Him.