So... I used to write poetry...

And on a rainy day this week, my friend asked me to freestyle and this is what I got:

It's raining. 

Not outside. 

But in my heart. 

Not depressing showers. 

Showers of blessing. 

Cleansing showers. 

Flooding my heart and mind with only what is true, pure and noble. 

Soaking up my sin and dumping it into the sea of forgetfulness. 

I follow the  thunder which is His voice and lightning is illuminating my path. 

I drop every weight and dance in the rain
That cleansing rain,
That blessed rain
And know I am completely whole.

Selah [pause and think]