Solace in the rain

I'm letting the sound

of rain

silence tongues

that speak only lies.

Voice of the world

snickers of evil

cry of my own flesh

be still.

Drops hit roof

deck, windows

with rhythm

that surely

matches

that

of God's

own

heart.

A melody that soothes.

A call to seek shelter

under mighty wings

that comfort and restore.

Songs of joy

that overcome

darkness, fear

pain.

Praise

in a downpour

that lifts eyes up.

This was written in response to L. L. Barkat's Random Acts of Poetry prompt at High Calling Blogs.