Waiting For Rain

a gray day without rain it seems a waste a failed campaign the dark mood of muted light can cast no reassuring light a bright hope when prayer is done yet hears a distant kettle drum that pledges rain by afternoon its sweet relief is coming soon to wake the desiccated earth a midwife for the lilies birth and what do gray days hold for me I guess I must just wait to see I may be spirit and the power or just the dust beneath the bower and either way is right by me for either way at last I'm free