Something Spiritual

There is something spiritual
About the rain.

Clouds close above
Like the Temple veil
Separating the congregation
From the Holy One.

Ozone refreshes the air
As incense
Fragrances the sanctuary.

Lightening flashes
Sizzles and bursts
Like pure Presence
Flowing from the Throne.

Thunder rolls
Echoing from hill to hill
Across the plaines
Even to the valleys
Like the voice
Of One whose
Name
Is hushed from lips of clay.

Liquid sky
Flows in small rivers
Down my face.
I open my arms
Receiving the gift
As renewal of my soul.

In the streams I stand
As one baptized
In the River of Life.

Rainfall is in part
What is coming
As the whole.

There is something spiritual
About the rain.