RAIN ON METAL
Rain on metal - like on the top of an
air conditioner - I like that sound - the
ping - ping - ping - of rain - letting me
know throughout the night that the soft
fall of rain is sinking silently into the soil,
into the earth - into my soul. And the alleys and the cars will be washed
and life will go on and on and on -
green, green, on and on - and on -
even though it's the end of September
and grass will soon brown and leaves
will become rust orange, red and brown and fall to the ground - so too me - so
too slow crumble - so too winter - so too the slow knowing about resurrection and
Christ and hope and the Eternal Spring.
and life will go on and on and on -
green, green, on and on - and on -
even though it's the end of September
and grass will soon brown and leaves
will become rust orange, red and brown and fall to the ground - so too me - so
too slow crumble - so too winter - so too the slow knowing about resurrection and
Christ and hope and the Eternal Spring.
© Andy Costello, Reflections
2015
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