RAIN

Rain, gray drops of water,
the copper gutter pinging
splashes of sound upwards,
water bursting apart,
but just for a second.
Then the slow stream
of downward water,
down the siding of my house,
soaking into the neglected
soil of my soul. Lord,
too much of my life
is too much rushing,
not enough remembering, except,
when I stop to watch the rain.

© Andy Costello, 2007