My Family

My Family

Tuesday, October 24, 2006



Beginning in darkness,
stealing into our sky space,
filling nooks and crannies as you make
in the early morning hours
before sunrise.

Drizzling daytime hours away,
washing highways clean.

Funny how you cleanse my soul,
help me see things more clearly.
Differently than I have for a season.

I flatter you, Rain...
For I long to imitate you,
and help others see things
with new eyes.


Pat said...

I have always marveled how there is one bush on the side of our dirt road that after months of no rain looks brown. Then, with the first rain it looks more refreshed than any of the other bushes because it HAS been the most cleansed.

Téa said...

I love the rain--wonderful poem.