Looks Like Rain Poem by Smoky Hoss

Sitting on my old back porch
watching the distant rain, thinking
of how it looks like
a perfect metaphor of human pain...
and yet, it gives the flowers cause to grow
and the dirty dust-devils reason to go,
it waters all the seeds of need
the poor-in-spirit sow,
it does more good
than I will ever know.
Slowly I'm learning
it's a cleansing spirit,
and there's no need
to fear it... so now I say,
Come Rain, come,
finish God's good work,
wash all our hearts
of those old dirty worries and painful hurts...
Yes, it still looks like rain,
but now that I see what rain really looks like,
I come off the porch and dance
underneath these old gray skies,
not afraid to laugh
not afraid to cry.