Purpose in the Rain

Purpose in the Rain

 

A tiny seed

Lies just beneath--

Beneath turned soil,

For a time, recoiled.

 

All the while,

Storms rumbled for miles.

Unwilling to refrain,

Seeking purpose in the rain.

 

The thunder roars,

And the rain… oh does it pour.

The lightning comes alive

Across the midnight sky.

 

The stars did hide

In a painful fright,

As the clouds released their weight,

Letting lose purpose in the rain.

 

For it began to bloom out,

Sprout by sprout.

Having grown to fulfillment,

Acknowledging each storm as heaven-sent.

 

A tiny seed

Lies just beneath--

Hidden in the soul is all one needs to gain

Purpose in the rain.

Reviews

[mou]

as a tiny seed, we also come across as strong being through the storm..just beautiful
mou.

[Melinda McQueen]

Thanks for reading and leaving your review. God bless.

[mou]

my pleasure ..

[R.E. Ray]

Impressive and original use of this metaphor, Melinda. Remarkable imagery, too. I especially like the "tiny seed," representing our relative diminutive size in this universe, though still significant. And, every storm eventually ends, and the rain it brings yield rich fruit. Masterful piece.

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for reading. God bless.

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful use of description dear Melinda. I liked how you made the tiny seed have purpose and reason. I agree. Nature is a blessing. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for reading. God bless.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Melinda.

[wordman]

just like a tender plant coming from the ground,our spirit is planted in us

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for reading. God bless.