This smell of happy Earth,
A damp and misty morning revival.
Fall leaves dying as they give birth
To hues no artist could rival.

The rain fell throughout the night
Over dry and cracked dirt;
In soothing whispers, all things aright,
And heal what drought has hurt.

The dead-fields now shall prosper,
And Farmer's late yields increase.
Goodwill between all is fostered
As all partake in the cloud's release.

God gives in seasons fair
Strengthens in seasons grim.
Through our struggles, He's always there,
And all good flows from Him.

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