It's Still Raining Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Annelize)

It's still raining as if it has fallen all night,
outside the yellow weavers gambol,
God does remain in control of the universe
and cooing and twittering the birds turn the morning bright,
as if this grey day is bringing beautiful things
and I do now know that you do care for me,
are surprises with the joy of the birds,
with love that God does give unseen to all,
where everything this morning is grey that I see:
where the Russian war here fits in,
as if with the price of food it holds something terrible
and there is nothing beautiful that a person can see
but in all of this I do know of you,
I notice how God does still measure righteousness out.