Father God,
i just wanted you
to know
that i heard your early rain
falling softly
on my rooftop this morning
and when i stepped outside
to feel it on my face
the scent of it
astounded me
it was as though
i had never smelled it
before
and the cold of it?
ah, the cold of it
quickened me
Lord, i love your rain…
and i just wanted
you
to know
"Has the rain a Father? Who has begotten the drops of dew?"
Job 38:28
*Photograph taken later that morning in the Potwin neighborhood. (Topeka, Ks.)