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How many times have I sat here on my porch,
alone in my old age, watching from my mountain
home as the rains nurture the grasslands,
soon to be a refreshing drink for these tortured mountains.

My mind wanders, and I reminisce how Grandpa’s
love and wisdom were like rain for my soul.
I know my life has touched and profoundly affected many people,
but I sit here alone and wonder
if I had ever been rain for their souls.
As that first strike of lightning flashes and the thunder booms,
I know the rain will soon be falling;
already two drops have fallen from my eyes,
as I regret that I never had a grandson’s soul to water.

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