I Am the Rain [A Poem]

I originally wrote this poem when I was 17, and stumbled across it again the other day.  Thinking "First day of spring" thoughts today, I thought I'd share.

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I Am the Rain

By Naomi Thomson 

My feet are shod with silver and my head is bent to hear

The sound of thunder's rolling call

And my comrades riotous cheers.

I am the rain.

The sky is darkened with the breath of need; and I flood in to fill it.

The world is thirsting, I feel it now

And I must fall to feed it.

I am the rain.

It's then that people here and there begin to hear my voice

As I march from heaven in the strength of the wind,

 And these thirsty lands rejoice.

I am the rain.

My feet are strong against the ground, as I march to thunder's clap;

And the ground responds in grateful cheer

With the scent of sweetened sap.

I am the rain.

The taste of moisture upon the tongue of our green earth is sure

To bring a sense of sweet serenity; 

Her thirst has found its cure.

I am the rain.

 I'm nearly finished now, upon this earth today.

The ground is soft and contented again,

And the sky is no longer grey.

I am the rain.

And so I reach up to the sky where thunder’s voice is failing

So that the wind may take me there

And catch me in her sailing.

I am the rain.

Then a vapour, a sweetened mist, on the wind will ride

To catch me in her arms of grace

'Till next the world has cried.

I am the rain.