It is clear, I am also clear, we correlate like two haves. It runs down from the sky, embracing this hot place for a town, trying to cool these many participants off. But there are few that run for cover, not understanding the purity of it all.
The beauty of what is or can be, like our sins dripping from our bodies, creating a pool underneath our feet, we have nothing to worry,
this is not judgment day. It is not someone pointing a finger.
It is the rain cleansing us of numerous things, this is just water.