Drifting over the orchard...
A grey theatre curtain stretched by a contented God.
Joy rose in her heart like a prayer.
The drops began at the end of the porch.
Big splotches and small, hitting shoes, hair, shoulders.
The sky cried with solace, promise.
Tears and rain mingled...her signature,
her vow,
her contract...
Her covenant with God.
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