Drink Of Rain Poem by Ima Ryma

An alcoholic I once be.
I almost drink myself to death.
But now in long recovery,
No more is liquor on my breath.
I still feel sorry for myself
From time to time, but don't need to
Pull a booze bottle from the shelf.
If it's a rainy day I do
Find blessings in such time and place.
From in self pity I run out
And feel the rain fall on my face,
Feel a whole lot better no doubt.

When poor me, poor me I do think,
Then heaven pours me rain to drink.