Do you ever just sit and listen to the rain
And think about everything getting so wet
Water falling from the sky
Landing on the earth
It seems so little, so insignificant
So pointless, so annoying, so inconvenient
The mud it brings
The way everywhere gets slippery
They way people get sick
The way your roof leaks and your things get wet
The way you feel cold and miserable
This is what the rain brings
To those who do not have a home
What do they think of the rain?
Do they think them showers of blessing?
Do they cry and scream to God?
Are they so far gone they fail to notice?
Who knows what those people think?
Surely not me
In my house so warm
In my bed so dry
With my sheets so soft
Surely not you
Who’s never stopped to ask a question
Lend a hand
Who are we really?
People?
Human beings?
What does that mean?
Does it mean I have opposable thumbs and can wipe my ass?
Does it mean I can kill my friend and know its wrong?
Start a war and watch you die?
Say I love you but don’t know why?
This is what the rain means to me
Who thinks about these things?
Not you
Not me
No no
We sit and listen to music
Or read a good book
Or think about the good days we’ve had
Call a friend
Play a game
Come online
But what is the rain really?
It is both the mother and executioner
It can be both violent and gentle
It can help you or kill you
Bring life or take it
Who knows which side you’ll end up on
Who knows what God has in store for you?
Not me
Surely not you
But when the rain falls
Think about these things
You may feel depressed
As most people tend to do
When the sky is grey
And the clouds are king
But me
Oh I love the rain
I love the wind that keeps its company
And the dreary darkness that accompanies the wet
Yes I truly love the rain and all it means
Sometimes when it falls so hard
And fierce and long
I stand outside and feel its presence
The water falling upon my face
It takes me to a happy place
To think that the rain is falling not just for me
But for everybody
It can fall as hard as steel
As strong as diamond
As soft as silk
It can mean anything you want it to
It can be the source of great joy
As the farmers in their fields
It can be the source of great pain
As those people in New Orleans
But no matter how we see the rain
Whether great redeemer
Or great destroyer
The rain is oblivious to our plight
And falls so softly
Or with all its might
And it does all this simply to say
I am the rain
And I’ll stay that way
[31st March 2007]
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