Heavy Rain

I see it through a small clear space above the windowsill.
Rain falls in autumn.

I hear it from a nice room densely filled with peace,

enjoyed with a warm cup, a warm heart, a warm place 

Cool fall rain for me and thunder far away,

cars passing by on the wet road make a different sound 

Lightening flickers with a cool November rainfall.

It is almost 8 and I have engaged a fresh day.

Now the rain is twice as much as it was;

falling heavy, real and "now".

Life is heavy and real now.

 I’ve just noticed some words to the left of the space I’d been watching-- the one affording a peek at the rain.  They echo.  

Heavy rain and I am not drowning.  Heavy rain, and still, I will see the sun coming up over the hills.  Heavy rain; the cleansing kind, the watering kind.  Is this water for the thirst that will come later on when it is dry? 

Heavy rain can be kind. It is today.  Heavy rain is mine.

Rain falls in autumn.  Do I speak audaciously as if I am the only one?  No. Yet I am all of just one. And for just one and a billion it falls. 

I hope you feel it is falling for you. 

The LORD your God is with you; his power gives you victory. The LORD will take delight in you, and in his love he will give you new life. He will sing and be joyful over you

Zephaniah 3:17 (Today He is singin' in the rain)