Looks Like Rain

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.