Soft is the rain, it gently falls

upon the fileds beneath.

It lulls the heart, it stills the wind, gives solitude I seek.

It patters down, so gentle yet

it ne'er does bend a leaf,

And yet the water that is there

will wash away all grief.

For smoothness follows in the wake,

and quiet and peace and love

are all around in freshness new,

come down from clouds above.

All evil go, flow out from here

and leave all fresh and plain.

Let negativity not come

into this room again.

For love I now find all around,

so soft, so still, so sure;

I can perfrom my rituals

as peace and quiet endure.

-Seax Wica Psalm