Piano keys plunk
But they
can’t out play the
Plip
Plop
Plip
Of rain
drops on a tin roof
Their rhythm
is familiar
Yet
unexpected
As they
pound on the blacktop
Unlike any
rain heard before
But just
like every rain heard before
Plip
Plip
Plop
And you find
yourself listening
Waiting for
revelation
This is your
mountain top
Surrounded
by concrete and fake grass
You find
your center
Sounding to
the steady tinking of rain
When God
doesn’t make sense
When answers
you’ve been saying your whole life
Sound fake
and rehearsed
When you
give up on everything but love
It is the
rain that brings you back
Back to what
you’re not sure
But you know
you’ve come back
Plop
Plip
Plip
Rhythmic and
in time
Maybe not
your time
But a time
nonetheless
And you listen
Still
waiting for revelation
Knowing it
will come
Eventually
With a
Plip
Plop
Plip
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