Stephanie W

They say that when it rains
It pours, but sometimes I
Don’t exactly understand.
The rain falls and cleanses
Washing me with pure droplets
Of water falling from the sky
That run across my face
And stream through my hair.
The thud thud tap tap
Making a percussion ensemble
Of its own, all from God’s
Giving and healing hand.
And if that’s not enough,
If that won’t do,
Just know that the rain
Will eventually end.
And after the rain, the clouds,
They will disperse
Leaving the sun to shine,
Its rays streaming down,
The sky now raining light.