The rain is here, soggy air,
Slick sidewalks, leaves rushing away, away to the sea.
Dark clouds shield the ground from the sun,
Thirsty trees reach up and say praise, praise the rain
And the land breathes a sigh of relief.
The mud starts to flow and takes sins away and dumps them into the drains.
But the sea creatures begin to cry as our debris begins to flow and choke their lives.
The rain is here, the rain is healing but the rain is exposing all our sins.
The rain is showing us what we have done, the rain is our truth.
Brenda Cowan
