Rains, before and now

By Aileen McPherson

Turn eyes to the sky

Face the rain screaming drains

Wash away the sadness

Never erasing the pain

When the sky cries, so do I.

Bless his face loving grace

Strong embrace uplifts

Turning face caress

No disgrace don’t hide

Gently whisk away

The rains stemming the tide.

Now when the rains arrive

I no longer wait for the sky.