I stand in the rain,
Let it touch my face
With its cold embrace.
I can’t believe how beautiful it seems,
The rain, so clean, as it falls,
Making all clean.
I feel it as it falls down,
I feel sorrow and heartache.
Tell me rain, when will this stop?
When will I be clean?
Will it ever end?
You clean the earth, but if I stand in your cold embrace,
Will I, too, be made clean?
Oh, rain, please, fall on me, make me clean!
I hope you enjoyed my poem. God bless you, my precious avids and please keep safe in this very dangerous time.