Early morning rain
I waken to one of the prettiest sounds I know:
Wind driven rain pounding on my window.
Three A.M. and lightning flashes bright
I snuggle under the covers because all is right.
In earlier days, I would go out and dance
Ignoring those people who look at me askance
If they should ask me why, I tell them this,
“Every drop feels like a Goddess-given kiss.”
When given a gift, you should say thank you
In lieu of a hug or kiss, words will do,
But sometimes it calls for more, so I dance.
Average people just see silliness at first glance.
I love rain pounding on a roof made of tin.
It’s music to me, not some irritating din.
Invisible, spirits and larger voices dance along
For they, too, hear that melodic song.
A pagan am I, and have been since birth
So I acknowledge those spirits of the Earth
If I can’t see them, I still know they are there
I feel the bond of divine love we all share.
I feel their touch at a certain spot in my brain
I hear it loudest when I dance in the pouring rain.
So with words in verse I do offer my thanks
To unseen Gods and spirits and beings of all ranks.