Blessed rain falls
Quietly pattering
A soft percussion on a dark night
Whispering
Tag: rain
512 – The rain
The rain falls hard
As on a tin roof
It drowns out all
But thoughts in one’s head
After the storm
After heaven’s wrathful song
After sky’s great tears
Greens awake all o’er the ground
Blossoms open wide
Drums from heaven fade away
Presence faintly felt
Sun peeks ‘round the bright’ning clouds
And glistens in the grass