Let the rain fall

and wash over me,

cleansing me of all my earthly travails.

Oh how quickly we lose our faith when troubles and worries alight at our door step!

We are not flowers,

we are humans,

but flowers are so beautifully adorned,

are we not equally cherished?

"Consider the lilies of the field...."

we are reminded.

Life comes and life goes,

everything vibrates with life,

when I feel this life pouring through me,

I fall like the rain giving solace to the flowers,

and I remember--

I am beautifully adorned,

I am cherished.