O’ Rain

O’rain ponders a lot, sweeps much over these walls with abandonment of pounding gushes and periodical expounding upon the weeping presences. Rain water loose and free to be what the elements determine. So, the one about to receive this moist blessing dons a hat and grabs a umbrella and runs for shelter. And, becomes a part of the routine from sky to earth, from river to lake, from sink to tub, from the womb of brith to to the coffin of death, O’ rain doth fall upon all below…