Laurels Literary Magazine Spring 2015 | Page 32

Rain Janna Tierney I love the thrill that grips me Every time the rain pours down I am thankful simply to be Though I be fearful I might drown Rain makes me thankful for the rooftop That protects me overhead A little life in every raindrop As I lie, so safe, in bed I have to face my fears tomorrow And the rain rocks me to sleep There is a comfort from my sorrows When the sky joins me to weep What is this magical contentment Perhaps the knowledge, not resentment; Someone greater than me lives R [21]