a Rain-Soaked Song || a poem

 

a Rain-Soaked Song || a poem

a gift today:

of cleansing rain on aggregate sidewalks

and puddles in the driveway.

i hide away from drops to simply watch, and somehow there's a chorus

of a waking home, birds' happy songs, and the rain's chatter—

all one melody in crisply, cold air,

for You, Father.

the sandbox is an ocean

dancing in every splay of drops,

and if it wasn't for this paper, maybe i would too.

rain—and birds still fly,

farm geese stand as if oblivious,

and every dandelion stalk is stripped.

some say the storm isn't a gift,

but i know You, Father,

my Giver.

this rain will make spring grow.

so i'll nod to the voices of "be careful"

(but maybe be girlishly giddy)

because of Your gift in rainy melody

today.

I am certain that the sufferings of this present age can’t even be compared to the glory that will be revealed with respect to us.

Romans 8:18

 

~♥~