Poem: Rain Church


Rain Church

It rains outside.
For the first time in weeks,
it rains.

Your door is open
and you listen to it fall.
You breathe in the humid air,
greedy and eager as the earth,
dry and desperate for each warm drop
of God’s love.

About this poem

We got rain yesterday and this morning. After weeks of dryness, it is welcome.

I really do have my kitchen door open as I write this. That’s where I took the picture.

We all need love.

No secrets in this one.


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