Midnight in the country
The rain hits the roof
The tin reverberates
The staccato sound ofthe raindrops
Falls upon my head
And through my ears
Into my soul.
Rain makes us whole.
Brings the water oflife
Refreshes all livingbeings.
Brings sometimesrainbows
If you are in the rightplace
You might get even atriple arc.
Magical runs and slideson the grass
Or (barring lightning)into the water
At the beach or on thelake
But not at the pool
You might slip andslide
KAPUT!
The rain washes awaythe past
The detritus of ourlives
Thirsty new lifeemerges, grows
And shows
Its gratitude (not anattitude)
By blossoming andblooming
As we sometimes stopand watch
In amazement
At the skill of theartistry
That has whittled yourrougher self
Into a warming calmingbeauty.
Rain falls
And we arise.
