Endless Rain

There's either too much
or not enough in my world
of second guessing
 
In other worlds
sharing this planet
you perish either way
 
The rain comes
without one's permission
but stays when invited
 
As a child
I collected rain at the beach
as if in a game
 
When it hid from me  
in its taunting
pretending to be the sea
 
The heart of knowing rain
shows where our faith belongs
without question
 
I always hear the rain & wind
both, with sun & moon
since the drought was quelled  
 
Rain lives within myself
a part of me since birth
But peace?
 
I wonder
when next it will fall
always in doubt
 
I pray for eternal rain
that I've never seen
when I arrive in eternity
 
 
April 14 ( NaPoWriMo 2017 )