On an afternoon in early June

Image by Emma Olsen

We just had a downpour, a storm quickly passing through but soaking everything and everyone in sight before its departure. Sitting on my porch I had a front row seat for watching the sky darken, a prelude to God's showering our town with springtime freshness. The rain has stopped and the skies are clearing but there remains the sweet, dense woody aroma of wet bark mulch - a scent that should be bottled and kept for wintry days.

All this brought to mind a poem I've posted several times but it seems a good day to offer it again...

Rain, rain...

let your healing soak me
like the rain:
your mercy, a heavy downpour,
your reign, a summer shower

Soak me, drench and all but drown me!

Leave me dripping
with moist anointings
of your touch:
my toes and every inch of me
refreshed and cleansed
in healing showers

Lift my face to rejoice
in the rain of your love:
let me drink it in
and drink it down,

Give me thirst
that only you can quench
and lead me
by a river of your blessings

Rain, rain,
rain of my Savior:
oh, never go away...

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Anonymous said...

The next time I am stuck in a down pour I will try to remember this poem. I actually wish now that it would pour because I could use a good drenching from Jesus.


larry f said...

Your beautiful poem,"Rain, rain..."
and the picture of that little guy in the puddle makes me yearn for the joy that comes when all that is
is seen as a gift from God to be enjoyed.
O for the faith, love and joy of the innocent, sin-free child.