It Is Raining Poem by RIC BASTASA

i could have prayed
and raised my soul
as pleasing gift to
you O Lord, but no
i played Games in
the Yard, and i behave
like A Child, and i
Stumbled and goT
iNJured, and bleed
and you Look at Me
with Pity and I
AM amazed at your
Love, and then I
lOOk at you and I find
Meaning....

I did not even say
Forgive Me but you
gathered all your
Arms around me and
I feel warm...

And in that dream I
cried, and indeed

when i wake up this
morning, it is raining.