The rain know exactly when to come.
Perfectly timed to fill me up with its soothing presence
One drop at a time, I listen for each one.
And feel the weight of it on my soul,
it’s fullness in my heart.
Without the rain, I would forget
about soul food,
about the depth within me
that aches to be filled
with its fullness.
The rain knows,
it flows into the crevices no one can see,
filling them slowly, persistently,
I can reach for it with my fingertips
or receive it with my soul,
it never tires, until it is done.
Always, in perfect timing.