Rain

Rain
by Leslie McLeod

As rain you come,
pouring down from above,
washing, refreshing, drenching me
in love.

Staccato song delights my ears;
you paint dusty earth in glossy hue.
Droplets touch my thirsty tongue;
I smell wet loam, rich and new.

Raising arms,
lifting face,
I laugh and twirl
as you fill this parched place.

Barriers melt and float away
as rain unites my neighbor and me.
Smiling eyes meet, a secret shared—
of rain-disguised divinity.

 

 

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Living near Southern California coast, Leslie’s artistic leanings provide an alter ego to her role as co-owner of a tech company with her husband.  She picks up her pen again after a hiatus to raise their two children and develop a passion for painting.   After losing her parents a few years ago, she is writing a book to help other women walk through that painful season without the added burden of unresolved relational regret.   She emerges from 40 years wandering in her own see-saw wilderness,  elated to hear and share the voice of her soul’s Beloved.  Connect with her on Facebook and at www.lamcleod.com.

Published by Sarah F

I'm a simple girl who loves words, God, my family and nature. It is my hope to inspire everyone, whether it's with a smile, encouraging words or just a listening ear.

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