Rain, Rain,
Came again,
Came to ease our climate's pain.
Cloud, Cloud,
You're no shroud;
You're a joy to have around.
Snow, Snow,
Do not go:
Beautify us here below.
"Cleanse me with hyssop,
And I shall be clean;
Wash me,
And I shall be whiter than snow." (Psalm 51:7)*
Grey, Grey,
Gone away:
Would you stay another day?
Sun, Sun,
Elsewhere fun,
Here you give our drought a run.
Rain, Rain,
Come again:
Leave us not with hopes in vain.
"'For just as the rain comes down
And snow from the heavens
And does not return there
Without watering the earth...
Thus is My Word
Which goes forth from my mouth:
It does not return to Me void.'" (from Isaiah 55:10-11)*
--C. Marie Byars, (c) 2021
*original retranslations of the Bible from Hebrew
This poem is fourth in a series of drought & rain across Arizona. These are the other three:
The below links show pictures of the author (and family) sledding in the US Southwest across the past several years.
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