Rain

Finding joy in ev'rything,
  easy, proved in suffering.
Winds of torment bring the rain,
  that which cleanses all this pain.
Roses dripping life's first cry
  bring us perfumes so divine.
Rain can wash away the dirt
  or make puddles old and hurt.
Beauty is some fickle thing -
  find your joy through God and sing.

I hear the talk of those below -
  conversations, mellow go.
Looking past the gates' divide,
  I see the canvas waiting 'side.
Students dressed for rainfall passed
  not knowing what is coming fast...
I feel the lamp light: cold and dark,
  'waiting sun light's present mark.
Smell the jasmine, thyme and sage.
  I savor moments of this age.