The Wind

Something in the wind said 

that it would rain today.

 The raindrops fell upon my head,

 the ground, wet, beneath my feet,

 with sudden thought to pray. 

The wind swayed every tree and plant 

to laugh and sing and dance. 

The raindrops fell in rhythm,

 the ground, so slick, and glistening, 

with sudden second chance. 

The wind, at once, began to pray;

 in its own way, thanking Him. 

The raindrops fell upon His land,

the ground, lifting, wherever He went, 

with sudden will and whim. 

The wind, again, began to pray 

for peace, for love, for living things

 to forgive its bouts of rage 

and tears that make the raining days 

with sudden bout to sing. 

But something in the wind said 

the sun would come today.

-LJ

2 May 2016