Rain

I love the rain.
Pouring over my body with the sound of and answered prayer
and the feel of redemption. Caressing each curve.
With the booming voice of thunder as my lullaby and guardian
he would flash a lightning smile.

I love the rain.
However cold and wet. It leaves me open and exposed.
Tapping lightly on the roof as a reminder of my failure.
As Gods booming voice now veto’s my plans
not good enough, upstaged again by lightning.

I love the rain.
Beating down on my being, betraying me.
Pounding at my window, swimming in my pain, raging through the storm.
The thunderous voice cutting, breaking, shattering me as I fall.
Struck down… Replaced once more by lightning

But… I love the rain.
© 2005