Airmail

A warm rain is welcome for

A soul dry and sore;

Soothing drops that skip and hop,

They patter evermore.

Tears of joy from Heaven’s eye,

Kisses from the sky,

Clean away the darkest day;

They leave nothing dry.

Cruel is a rain of ice:

Small bullets that slice,

Sting, and steal warmth remaining-

It chills the heart twice.

It nourishes life,

Encourages strife,

Yet always returns

To the One concerned

With dealing out death and life.