Rains of Wisdom

Written by: Beau Regard

Drip. . .drip does the rain, falling to the ground from the weary gray clouds
Leaving in the air a lonely pain, as the people scurry off in cursing crowds

The sky speaks to us all, in muffled whispers and words from the gentle lips of God
“Do not let your spirits fall, take the wet with the good and nurse your hardened sod”

And the rumbles to remind, those who forget and forgot why their hearts still beat
That we are all intertwined, in friendship and love, and march to the pace of God’s mighty 

They splash all around me, on my shoulders and on my face
His words to thee, “Keep your souls open to divine and subtle grace”