Rain, oh dear rain,
I wish to see you, godly rain,
to breathe your pure scent,
to make you come so close,
to rule a world that’s yours.
Come, my dear rain,
wash the dirt away,
be the one you are,
a storm, a wind, a brawling man,
but nice and soft – desired pain.
Bring bliss and grief,
give meaning to the stone,
forgiveness to those without a faith,
and comfort all those left alone,
destroy our burning pride,
kiss the mourning lands,
and fall upon our feeble hands..
Photograph by Mario CalvoHire An Editor