Rain

Rain

i have never written about this rain

today

but it has been written about

a million times

it has been spoken about

since the birth of mankind

i imagine that

this rain

has visited

every Ocean

every Stream

every Dream

of every Man

it has come through

in our tears

of joys

our tears of Laughter

and our fears as well

in that never ending

bottomless well

where all resides

this rain

did abide

at one time or another

it has washed my clothing

and my feet

quite replete an offering

yes, this rain

has seen more

than that which i know

and it has come this day

to tell the story

of the glory

of it’s travels

and i am listening

to the rain

its soft pitter

it’s patter

as it splatters

into this consciousness

i now embrace

i now face

that all things

through the aeons

have always been connected

just as we suspected

this rain is me

it is you

it is the spirit

that passes through

the portals of perception

rinsing our spirits clear

that we may see

hear

the divine

speaking

oh the beauty of rain

i have not written of you

in this way

until today

when you came for me

to cleanse me

that i may feel you

and the message

you bring for me

and i thank thee . . .

rain

© 3 September 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.