Drip, from above, O heavens, thy distilled refrain –
The sound of the abundance of rain:
An inner satiety that fills without food,
Birthed from a ray of hope; a single word,
A tattoo reminder on adversity’s parchment,
A single word traversing ordeal’s escarpment,
That, be the sound of the abundance of rain:
Where seasons of life are wisdom’s keeper,
Where vision once a cloud veil, now clearer,
Where total strangers pay you compliments;
Having heard of your courageous sentiments,
Where your children bear children; a river
Of posterity overflowing the heart’s quiver,
Where you and a job plan to go separate ways,
Instead you receive your own keys and a raise.
The sound of the abundance of rain in your life
Originating beyond and above the earth’s roof
The kind of rain that requires no chapeaus,
Pouring into to the heart, emerald rainbows
Set in thunder clouds of joy that reign
Over the sound of the abundance of rain.
So drip, O heavens, thy distilled refrain.