The Rain Came
A Note to Friends
This was written for our lovely mutual friend, RainWoman, also known as Paula by many of her friends here on HP, among other things. LOL. She's very versitile, isn't she?
Anyway, I am in the middle of putting together my first CreateSpace project, thanks to the encouragement of some of you lovely folks here online and some offline. Her feedback was characteristically motherly or more like a life's mentor. That's quite alright by me. Especially since I know her to say what she means and to mean it when she does. Who wouldn't appreciate encouragement like that?
In addition to the general feedback about the collection of poetry I'm including, I believe she said something about wanting to see more poetry from the woman who knows she can. So, I wrote this one to include at least one more uplifting and hopefully inspiring poem in that particular collection.
I hadn't intended to publish it here on HP. However, I have found that it also reminds me of people like Maria, who thinks of her mother when ever she thinks about rain and whose collection of poems and stories is titled The Rain and Everything. (Incidentally, she can be credited for the title of the collection I'm about to publish as well because I loved her suggestion and went with it.) And Martie. . .I just got through leaving a comment on one of her hubs that this particular poem seems to sum up.
The Rain Came
It fell hard and heavy, the storm
Until I thought it might swallow me whole
Before it took on a new form
The rain came softly then, and it cleansed my soul
Ever so gently it washed the dirt away
Now a better, stronger me remains
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