Rain Secrets

Raindrops fall...
Like a bead of sweat...
Sliding down my face,
I stick out my tongue...
Just to get a taste.

Rain pour on me,
Wash away my sins
Now set me free.

No this, for I tell you now...
Raindrops have stories
From here and out.

I pick a raindrop
That falls from above,
And it tells me a story
of truth and love.

Rain pour on me
Wash away my sins
Now set me free...

It tells a story...
How God yokes two into one,
A bond of unity,
Like the moon and sun.

I pick another raindrop
That fell from above,
And it's story it gave,
Was not that of love...

She ran off to go seek some advice,
Instead, all she got was
Half truths and lies.
So gullible she is...
She laid on her back...
Then he gave her a kiss.

Where is his ring she thought...
Too late for that,
She should have talked.

Rain pour on me
Wash away my sins
Now set me free.

This isn't a prayer to God himself,
Yet it's a poem
Of truths and secrets,
So how do I get help?

Rain pour on me
Wash away my sins
Now set me free.

So I stick my tongue out for
One more taste,
Rain, rain fall on me
And wash my face.

The leaves have all fallen,
Like dead hair from an old woman.

I grab one last raindrop
To tell its story to me,
Come to find out...
This raindrop is a story
About me!

So I take this raindrop
And cuff it tight,
I emerge into the rain
And out comes sunlight.

Rain pour on me
Wash away my sins
Now set me FREE!!!
c/o Jeneane Oliver