All night long I sat up listening to the sky
breaking herself into the day
clapping,moans, and thunderous -bay
causing me to wake, I stood outside
about half- a while,
listening to the sky pray.
eeking,and sinking heavy
emanations abundantly -full
smiling-rain,
fragrantly , she smelled like roses
picked after -thorns,
she smelled familiar like I knew her,
rain has descendants – tribal lessons on-the-go
on sidewalks you dare not be a child at heart and pass
concrete puddles, splashing into the green-glass,
beatitudes of leaks to bless your home,
of wet wood, and floors to drip
O’ you thirsty soul
you will sing -showers of blessings
even me, let some drops now fall on me
Krissy Mosley Ministries 