When I'm right it feels inadvertent
When I'm wrong it feels willful
Like working in the yard in a light rain
Or stumbling on an old letter in a book
I was giving away what changed
My life your words I had forgotten
From the fourth of my seven lives
Finally the rain forced me inside
Where I found your folded letter
Full of encouragement and love
Falling like a light rain in me
The kind of rain that gives you
Permission to keep on working
And knows the harvest will be rich
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