Rain

Ive written poems of rain before

From the lightest turquoise-beaded spray

To the strong slanted fingers that rip open the sky

but the rain that came the other day

was one the soul invites

that comes and cleans my sin;

forgives.

Then I thought of you,

And I lifted my face to a dripping day

Asking for guidance,

asking the rain

To guide me in our love

As it guides itself

to undernourished roots

Asking for blessings,

Asking the rain

To sink itself into my heart

And quench me,

Allow me to always stay true to what I love.

Loyal to my soul

Make me blossom and allow me to rise

Upward, outward, deeper

As our love grows

In all its phases of sorrow and happiness.