The rain blessing
the patio
is an overdue epiphany
each drop
falls like a
suddenly understood
bible verse
something jesus
might have said
or maybe something he
only thought
but kept inside
keenly aware that
the multitudes
simply were not ready.
Maybe that's why the rain
has been so late
in coming:
the answer is above us
and yet
we see each drop as a savior,
some mute messiah
coming to save us from
the world we made
(and which now is dying)
with our very own hands.
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