Rain Tree

The tree was gnarled and old,
It’s branches bare from winter’s sting.
Yet tiny jewels gently swayed
From every twisted limb.

The rain that on my shoulders fell
To leave them wet and cold,
Had, with heaven’s gracious art
Gifted me diamonds to behold.
E F Woolley©

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