When it rains, Earth turns its face to God with
gratitude and joy.
while luminescent beauty taunts,
pretending to be coy.
Things with wings and voice to sing find comfort,
cool and wet,
a universe hangs quivering in
an iridescent droplet.
She bows before she takes the floor
to waltz into the arms
of Sunlight’s embrace-she blushes,
falling soft into his arms.
When it rains I see the miracle existing
in the world
with every sprig that breaks the soil and
each petal bright,unfurled.
Look inside, see all that hides encased
in liquid light-
see the colors that She whispers on the air
for Life’s delight.
Spirit’s promise ever present in the tears of the sky.