Feelings Compatible With The Rain Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rustling of leaves touch my soul, causing it to stir
and seek our Lord, in the coming storm.
Touching strings of my heart gently, letting me know
that He has come and is here beside me to help ease
the loneliness of human life.
Fragrantly sending the smell of a new storm to greet
me - meet with the anger I hold within.
Blending with each other, sitting contemplatively in
the rain, living through the rush of feeling that it
brings.
Swirling, separating all within me, bringing it
together again in the torrent of the evening rain.