Ode to the Rain

​

Glistening fingers caress the earth

giving birth to what nourishes me, sparrow, tree

Oh, rain! You are much maligned

Unkind people casually curse

the generosity of your silver kiss

​

Your gifts wrapped in the guise of inconvenience

fall gently on us all

We who insist on sun

and forget when your work is done

we are restored

​

Clean our sullied spirits,

the refuse of our parched hearts

Play the symphony of your sweet drops

upon the deserts we've created of our lives

so the seed of one kind deed can sprout

fragile and full of hope in us all

​

Arlene Gay Levine

​

First published in Heal Your Soul, Heal the World

(Andrews McMeel Publishing)