Don’t Fear the Rain

It seems to me that some do fear the rain;

When stormy clouds perspire they cry and flee.

What harm is there in rain?  It baffles me

To see the people scurry ‘round in vain.

To me, the rain stands out unique in kind

From other weather that befalls the earth.

I raise my face to catch some show’ry mirth

And revel in the solitude I find,

When others run for cover, I look up,

And spread my arms.  My mouth acts as a cup

For water sweet that trickles down my face.

My thoughts are fully empty as I pace

Around to quench my everlasting thirst

For that which comes from heaven; the very worst

Of which exceeds whatever man can boast

In purity and simple pleasures.  Most

Would settle for the rest; Myself, I crave

No better than the healing heaven gave

To all who lift their eager, waiting tongues.

Let others cherish dry and thirsty lungs.

An original composition by David Smith.