God in the Rain

I saw God... 

in the rain.

A sunny day,

rain was clearly not expected.

A sudden darkness

raised an uproar among the traders.

In search of sheds,

heels touch heads

as they secured their goods

from the downpour Heaven was about to send.

Yet under it I stood:

Heaven's water—

first in drops, then a drizzle—

I let it fall on me

like I needed a reminder

of His nearness.

God in the rain—

farmers' harvest is near,

traders are relieved of the sun

and His presence, so close, I could hold Him.

In the random,

God came—

a reminder of His presence,

His nearness at all times.

Inkhorn Literary 

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