Rain

A world of damp,
a cold rain hisses.
A grey day threatens resolve,
drowns reserves, mutters
of doubt, fear.
Something there is that makes
me walk in the rain, feel
the soaking into my soul…
Throwing a challenge in
the teeth of cold, liquid lies;
to shout Hope!
In this incessant void,
to see Love renewed.
A world of damp
bleeds new life on
the fabric of my soul.
Warm rain pours
over my heart, lending
strength, Hope,
quiet shoutings to
rise up in Love!
Something there is that
makes me run in the rain…