Rain Poem by mark tallant

When the wind blows like a drum
Toward lashed windows eyes are drawn
Into the solitude you come
to banish the unkempt air
Up we stare, open mouthed to taste you
Dusty wasteful minds turn on you;
All the barren hearts plead to you
Lost souls come unto me’ cry’s the saviour

Thoughts pour down and are swept away.
Hail O’ mighty one, wash over them
Flood all with tears; let the cleansing begin.
Quench the parched mind and fill the empty eyes.
Bring on the torrent restore the dying flesh.
Replenish the wells of time and save the weakened spirit.
Leave all safe, drenched in the knowledge they know redemption
Lets ALL rejoice in her name; Rain!