Rain comes down lightly
on my closed eyes.
I lay here on the grass
and imagine Heaven crying,
because that is what
the beauty of rain is.
As the teardrops of God
trickle down my cheeks,
I realize I am not
completely alone in crying.
How many others
lie awake sobbing
in the late hours
every night?
How many cry
with Heaven's grace
feeling lost and all alone?
I know I do.
But now I find
that Heaven can cry
like I do.
