New Rain

I can’t wait for heaven, when new rain falls at the perfect time. Not anything like dirty or acidic rain, but the rain that heals. A rain that is safe and cool and not a danger but what you had always wanted in this moment. A rain that mends as it falls, washing the hope, cleansing the ears. A not-too-much rain, but just right. A rain that brings promises and dreams and gives life to a vision for another better day. Rain when it falls now is often good. In heaven, I hope for seasons when it rains every day.