Through the night,The drumming of heavy rain,
Falls outside,
Filling the air,
With silence.
At times,
Dreams are flooded with the sound,
And now on waking,
Birds glide over soaked earth,
Crying.
What gifts you offer,
In rain and salty tears,
Opening hearts,
Enough to know,
"I Am Here.
As Presence,
And all the Love you could ever need."
