Like stair rods the rain cascaded down
But the angelic beauty with the filigree wings
Sitting there as though no rain was falling at all
Blissfully, gracefully sat continuing to play and sing.
Nothing was more absorbing and enticing
Watching this angel playing her harp in the rain
Nothing spread as much light and as much love
Nothing seemed to help ease other people’s pain.
fauxcroft 
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