I Identify with the Rain

I see myself in the rain — sent, spent, and gathered again.

I identify with the rain —

those cast-away droplets,

shuffled off their cushy perch,

taking aim from the cottony expanse above,

commissioned to target the earth with impunity.

How reckless of them?

They treat themselves like little soldiers

in erosion’s ongoing war with permanence,

ever falling and breaking upon seemingly unchanged marble,

till gathered and called once more in the eternal war.

There is a unity to a single drop —

when joined with another of its chosen form,

it becomes a larger version of itself,

evolving, changing shape, combining —

a lake, an ocean vast as the eye can see.

I identify with the rain.

Just as the drops are told when and where to go,

so too am I given words to speak,

times and seasons to be present and alert,

joining others who worship the Name — Yeshua.

I recognize the rain —

a lesson of unity in simplicity,

where one becomes many,

and many an ocean born,

all soldiers in service of His Sea.

If this reflection stirred something in you, would you consider sharing it?

Not for numbers, but for reach, so perhaps one soul who feels cast aside might read it and know they are seen.

Each time you pass along a poem like this, it’s like letting another drop fall where it’s needed most.

Thank you for being part of the rain.