Rain

In the mist
Of distance grown
That blessing on lease
Of which none own

Born over seas
Carried upon winds
The mimic of bees
Upon diving stings

That pitter-patter
Of overgrown droplets
That which wash over
Dead deserts

Which follows the wind
As commanded thus
By decree as always been
Bringing life to dust

Heavy as stone
Or light as air
Under mature core
Does trees grow fair

Gray haze
Crystal blessings
Notice through the maze
And His call will surely ring