God's Tears
When I was a young girl,I thought the rain was God's tears.
I used to think that God cried,
over all of the sadness and hate in the world.
It rained today.
It rained so hard it poured
and I thought of this once more.
What if each raindrop had a name,
meant for someone's child or mother,
someone's father or brother?
I pondered this, as I watched the rain come down.
It rained so long,
untill the rain had flooded the ground.
The sky turned black,
it was dark with anger and pain.
I couldn't get the thought out of my head,
how God must be crying for all of his lost children
and I stood there and cried with him, in the rain.
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