I watch the rain

After Isaiah 55

I watch the rain

steady drops without pattern

a simple profusion of atomized water

refracted by light as it falls

from white vapors, billows

the drops fall on hill

and mountain, field and

valley, so profuse that

some run off, ricocheting

into streams and rivers

flowing like words

words from the heavens

atomized into droplets of light

cast upon the mountains

and hills, freshening the fields

and valleys, a sustenance

of creation.

Photograph by Eutah Mizushima via Unsplash. Used with permission.