Rain, Rain, Come

I watched from my window

The sky was a soft, nondescript grey, like the fleece blanket stashed in my car for emergencies

The rain spilled over the eaves in places, streaming down like so many mini faucets

The plip, plop, and plunk of drops on the patio

The soaking of the thirsty, already green grass

The cleansing of the air, rinsing down the outside world in rivulets

The beading up on the window like button candy

Oh, that it might carry me away

That I might roll with it for awhile

And be lulled, drenched, quenched, and renewed

In its quiet, steady patter

Why do we ever greet it with disdain

Treat it like it’s second to the sun

When it’s so necessary for our very lives

This rain

This big, life-giving drink

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6 thoughts on “Rain, Rain, Come

  1. Beautiful! I am sitting on my lanai, last morning in Hawaii & watching the many footsteps left by travellers being washed away & can’t help but think He make ALL things new!

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      1. It’s nice to have mini faucets in life. Your poem kind of reminds me “Sestina” by Elizabeth Bishop; oh how I love said poem.

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