Falling Rain- #Poetry of #Spirituality and #Nature


Here I stand in the rain falling down on my head,

A Shower of dilemmas, a tempest of dread.

Soaking and cold, imbued with the night,

But not alone in the dark, for You are my Light.

You, O Lord, are my sweetest Treasure,

You are the Love I always remember.

You speak in soft whispers like Fair, Honeyed rain,

Tenderly washing away all my pain.

You are the Thunderstorm deep in the night

That cleanses the Earth and makes Everything right.

You are the Author and Creator of Dreams,

Making the Impossible, Possible, in spite of What seems

Like just rain falling falling, down down on my head;

Not the inexorable dilemma, but the Solution instead.

Photograph found on Pinterest.


    1. Actually, although the word “down” seems unnecessary, I felt I needed to illustrate the lowness of the situation. It works either way tho, yes.


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