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-- By Al Albrecht, Home Spun Poems

I love walking in the rain,
Listening to its pitter pat.
As it falls so softly,
Upon my old felt hat.

To smell the freshness in the air,
As is gently falls to earth,
Bringing freshness to everything,
And giving forth new birth.

As it causes seeds to sprout,
And everything to grow,
It washes off God's pretty greens,
In winter, it is snow.

I love to walk out in the rain,
What peace comes to my soul.

-- Author Unknown


An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck.

One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.