Rain

The sweet smell of rain Decends like a falling dove, Leaning into it I feel A soulful plea... The aura of the visual sense And the aroma of the scent, Together embrace the dreamer Lingering deep within me... The rainfall is poured From a basin of wonder and mystery, Deeply down it flows Into all that I am... Leaning ever further, as if in a dream I allow the cleansing water into more and more of me, Letting it wash away all the dirt, Exposing a new and better man. Baptism comes in the most unsuspected ways... Salvation visits us, Day upon day.