When It Rains

A prophet said
to watch the rains, for
where they fall, revival
shall follow.

I couldn't have been the only one, praying
that day,
was I, God?

I did as instructed, and
shouted down the enemy
as I waded from the driveway
to the door--

yet the demons
took what you meant for good, and
gnashed it into destruction,
tornado,
tidal torrents from storm drains.

They receded and
so did my words.

The basement dried out,
the gardens stood upright
through it all--
yet I broke
and I am tired.

I'll take that revival, now.