Without the Rain

What is a storm

Without the rain?

Does it not know

Even a hint of shame 

When all it has

Is a proud thunder’s roll,

Booming and demanding

And as black as coal;

Or a quick lightning flash,

Here one second then gone the next?

Does the storm truly not

Feel second best?

I pour out my soul

So that gray clouds

Might pour out the rain.

What is the storm

Without its purity,

The rejuvenating rain

Washing away the world’s worry?

It is just noise!

It is just light

Without Heaven’s tears

Which washes away my own!

May the storm groan,

And may it be bold;

But one will never feel cleansed

Or as if he or she is in the hold

Of God Himself

Without the rain, God’s fingertips

Reaching down to stroke away

His child’s tears for another day. 

May the storm learn,

And may it grow-

But may it always do so

With the rushing, rinsing rain. 

Reviews

[EverleafOwl]

I love the rain. To run outside on a stormy summer evening to stand in Heaven's tears is the most amazing, purest, cleanest feeling (possibly) *ever*. And this brilliant poem captured that sense flawlessly...exxcellent, amazing job! Love this one a lot!!! X)

[Sarah Marie]

:) Yay! You described the rain perfectly just now!

[EverleafOwl]

Aw, thanks! :) It was because of your AWESOME poem!

[The 13th Eros]

How I love standing in a storm and being drenched in the rain... And yes, perhaps the clouds are only mocking when they hold back the cleaning, purifying waters. Your words always make me ponder the world so deeply. xx

[Sarah Marie]

I am glad I have found a friend who loves the rain as greatly as I do. In many ways, I think a storm is like a haven that blocks out all the fears and worries and problems of the world. Being drenched is well worth a moment of nature's peace and bliss.

[The 13th Eros]

Yes, oh yes. There is a peace as the storm washes away the world and you know you don't have to carry all the weight on your shoulders. Beautiful bliss. :)