Everywhere the rain burns into soft skins of self and soil

and tender leaves and wings, poisoning all

once nurtured and sustained.

Nothing is immune,

or can be cleansed and healed by waters once so pure,

without the tears of angels and wisdom’s loving care.

Who in human or other mortal form suffers for the rain,

must bear the pain of all. All suffering is one.

All beings strive and rise toward the Light

they cherish, nurture and sustain.

Each becomes, as grass or elephant, tree or man,

the mother, midwife, servant of a living Earth.

Through them the All is manifest:

Immanent and omnipresent,

until blind hearts evolve to poison the rain,

not feeling the God in all and all in God;

not treating water as their mother, sister

lover, brother---the Sacred Other in the rain.

Only what they see is real; feelings are unreal.

The rains will continue to anoint us with our sins

until we wash away the veil of separation.

For are we not all water beings?

When we harm the skies we harm ourselves.

Our finer feelings, like the wind, we must trust

to inform and guide our own emergence

into the Light of wisdom, beauty and gratitude.