There is a rent paid over oceans
and mountains. An act of homage
and humility in the breath of seasons
where impartial acts always remember
the order of respect.
It’s the covering of grief. The answer to
prayers. The sound of delight, though
too much is just too much.
It has a song. A rhythm of distinction.
There is no right or wrong with its touch
from the beginning to our end.
It’s a fragrance. A calming salve. The
chance to make things right, the power to
Overwhelm…
……rain.
Roger Singer 