Noah's rain

there's the gentle rain,

the rain

that dreamers like,

that flowers

need,

the rain that makes

the land lush,

the trees full with green,

and then there's

the harsh

rain,

cold with wind

that move the pounding

surf,

the flood rains.

there's the brief

shower,

the one you wait out

under

the awning of

a store front,

then there's

the long stretch of

dark days

with blue clouds

that feel like the rain

may never stop,

and then

there's Noah's rain.

at some point

on all of us

it will fall.