I Can’t Stop the Rain
I Can’t Stop the Rain…
for even a moment.
One solitary drop
falls
and I cannot
lift it
and place it in
the bucket
pouring its contents
DOWN.
Each pool of water
finds a place—
One ‘plunks’ on the rooftop
another on a dainty flower’s petal.
One splashes in a river’s bed
while another meets the cool pavement.
Effortless, the gentle wetness
christens a meadow
another hits a window
distorting the view.
At times ‘drops’ fall
within a soul
which recognizes
it cannot change
the world—
BUT, it can
leap into the sea
of rain soaked
wildernesses
bathing in the vast
oceans
and suddenly
laughing aloud
whispering to
one’s self,
“Why, why have
I ever tried to
stop the rain.”
The message, as always, is wonderful but this one has found a home in my heart Your words are blessings every day
AND You a blessing to me:)
Why? Why have I ever tried to stop the rain? Breathtaking.