Rain

“Tip-tap, tip-tap”—hear the soldiers coming!
They come to make us clean,
And all the dying brown
Will be revived to green!

“Boom!”—they bring along enormous cannons
And brilliant flares of light—
To conquer stubborn hearts
And drive us towards what’s right!

Tears of God that trickle down from heaven—
Forgiveness now appeals:
Come find your peace in sorrow,
For by His stripes we’re healed.

© Benjamin Graber
bgraber@neo.rr.com