The church of rain

The Church of Rain
Is non-denominational
It has no ritualistic gathering place
Or regular day of the week for worship
It has no holy text
Except that which we are
That which we have inside
Water calls to water
We are mostly ocean after all
Our rivers and tributaries of blood
An encased ecosystem
Without an atmosphere
But the clouds
Find us
And gush

The Church of Rain
You know if you are one of the faithful
Summer is not your jam
Autumn wraps you up in love
Sweaters defeat lingerie
Robes defeat pants
Blankets defeat clothes
Nothing like a hot drink and a dark night
With the rain preaching
It’s eternal
Susurrus
Its soft applause
The sound of frying bacon
Giving off the smell of petrichor
Turning your eyes
Passive

The Church of Rain
Well attended in droughts
When prayers are sent heavenward
For the practical blessing
For the once-again christening of the ground
That gives us life
But also well-attended in downpours
When those huddled inside
Are grateful
And those walking slowly outside
Fill up with moisture
Recharge
Umbrellas having never been purchased
Dried sponges being plumped to wet health

The Church of Rain
Is every house
Every cave
Every hood and jacket
Every shelter
That the faithful watch from
And smile


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