A cloud

Follows me

Rain falls

Upon my

Upturned face

I come as a child

I breathe

Deep

And I ask for

My Father

I seek

In solitude

Embracing

The rain

I follow

The cloud

To its end

Yielding

I openly allow

All

To rain down

Upon me

Not because

The rain is

Sweet

(Or even because it is bitter-sweet)

But because

Within every cloud

And after all of my

Rainy days

I know

There is a rainbow

Arching

Dizzying lights

Dancing

Colorful motion

How do I know?

Because my Father,

He said so

And me,

I am still His Child