RAIN

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    RAIN

    The first drop hit the cowlick on my head
    Cold at impact but warm trickling down my neck
    It took a few seconds for more drops to follow
    The bottom of the drops chasing after wind

    Many drops in many sizes all coming back
    Hits my brow, my ears, rolls down my back
    I stopped for a second, threw my arms out
    Turned my palms to Heaven, held my head back

    Each drop touching a different part of me
    My face dotted and my clothes feeling thin
    I could feel the wet weight of the water sag
    Drops seep through and caress my skin

    There was no shelter but why would you hide
    I could see the sun, streaking from the clouds
    Bands of hope touching earth, reaching down
    I could feel the hair on my neck stand on end

    Drops drip down my arms beneath my sleeves
    Dripping from my fingers and from my nose
    Reminding me every drop is a blessing of life
    Every drop and sun ray a reminder of Right

    Then drops began to over-flow
    Streams taking over the streets
    Stocking pot holes, gutters over run
    Rising waters against my feet

    Branches of oaks go floating by
    I can hardly see: waters are deep
    Waters reach my waist and rising
    Lift me up, swimming in His grace

    Thank you Lord for this blessing of rain
    To wash our sins, to know you’ll stay
    To reveal the truth and nourish our hope
    To see our prayers answered in rain
    Amen

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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