Poetic Prayer

Doubt rained resistant showers... forming pain poodles of stagnent water... and it evaporates... just going back to the sky to rain again... the monsoons are here there's water in the air...humidity... heavy breathing... you sweat in stillness...your body works with no action taken, I stand without motion and water comes onto me and out of me, adding to the saturated atmosphere... I drink water to cool my senses from water... ...and unreliquishing comes the rain.... ...having faith that questioning fact will enlighten the truth... holding back more... droplets form... and they fall from the sky, landing on moist skin and it all combines... ...collecting once again....washing away delicate growth disturbing the dryness that the desert needs to be Wet, I ask God when will my faith trust? When will I feel replenished by what feeds growth? When will I see what it is that is happening enough to believe?