RAIN RHYME

lord, it laid
the garden down
beat lavender
into the ground
and washed
our seedlings
from the soil
and all
our time
and sweat
and toil
and yet
we gather
rake and hoe
with
hopeful heart
and seed
to sow
for better
late
than never
grow
and hold
to heart
the bright
refrain
that every
storm
runs out
of rain