Friday, September 22, 2017

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.


Colleen Golafshan said...

Thanks for reminding me of the rain,
which I usually enjoy, & Isaiah 55.
God bless your writing.

Glynn said...

Thank you, Colleen!