The Rain

A storm of rain

but no thunder.

Cloudbursts

but no lightening.

Sudden winds

and unexpected magic.

I was doing the dishes when something called

It was just a small voice

Nothing special

The voice easy to ignore as frivolous

or silly

or stupid

It said go out in the rain like your mother said you could when you were a child

There is no thunder, no lightening, it is okay to be in the rain

Have fun with it

And so I left the dishes behind

pulled my eyeglasses off my head

my shoes from my feet

the watch from my wrist

slid open the deck door

and the wet screen

and stepped out into the cold clean rain

It was like slipping through the veil

Just like that

I was drenched with water and sun and the eye of God staring through a hole in the sky

wondering what to do with this one

who has not forgotten

what it is like to be free

what it is like to be broken

and live again.