Healing Rains

In the darkened city, she slowly walked. Baptismal rain droplets on her that seemed to talk. The lovable scent of fresh raindrops filled her spirit. There was God, hope and freshness in it. She heard the soft meowing of a distant cat.. And she marveled that the earth was not flat. Dreaming of driving through the Rockies one night. She was reminded that God ruled this earth, not man and his political hijinks and blights. Man, still does not get it, peacemakers, they are not. Casinos wide open but places to honor God... firmly locked and shut. The earth withstands the ignorance of man. The woman, in her raincoat, did know how their Creator can! Her wonderful, thoughtful, walk came to an end. She wished she had a place, to write a letter to her Creator, that under starlight, could send!                             5/19//21