September 8, 2013

RAIN

by Harry Berndt

 

I am sitting here on my porch

while it is raining - a soft steady

rain coming down.

I love a steady rain – soft

without a sound.

 

My heart cries out for those who suffer

without rain.

I ask why I have rain - and not

others - who without a doubt

have equal claim.

 

There is no reason why I have rain

and they have none.

The blessings of this world are for all

and not just for some –

If there is a god?