May the blessing of the rain be on you—
the soft sweet rain.
May it fall upon your spirit
so that all the little flowers may spring up,
and shed their sweetness on the air.
May the blessing of the great rains be on you,
may they beat upon your spirit
and wash it fair and clean,
and leave there many a shining pool
where the blue of heaven shines,
and sometimes a star.
An Irish blessing
2 comments:
I was catching up on your blog and when I read this I thought you must be trying to ward off your disappointment in the rain. I see in a later blog, I was right. :)
You know me so well. :-)
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