Rain Poem
by Balisha
The rain was falling all around..
In Church we heard the booming sound.
We scampered to our waiting ride..
Then to our houses safe inside.
A little pup was running by..
Women helped him.. my oh my.
I'm wondering if it were a man..
Would we all extend a helping hand?
I have strong faith in God above..
A man would find some help and love.
We all need help from time to time..
That's why I wrote this little rhyme.
Reminding us to see who needs..
Our loving thoughts and kindly deeds.
This morning during Mass, we heard the thunder. Weatherman wrong again. Today should be sunny, hot, and humid. 95 should be the temperature. I haven't much faith in our weathermen. Everyone scurried out of Church and ran to their cars. It seemed we were all afraid to get wet. Driving in the driveway, a small fuzzy dog was spotted running (hopping) down the road. A woman was driving a van close behind. "Is that your dog?" someone yelled. "No, but he's scared of the thunder." Now, two women in vans, following the dog. My hubby is on the front porch watching, I am in the garage doorway watching. Where does this little pup belong? Did he run out during the storm? Will he get home safely? Should we bring him in? The vans disappeared up the road, still following. The pup...hop, skip, and jumped his way home. (hopefully) I thought this was interesting...all this concern for a pup. What if it were a bedraggled man on our street...out in the rain? How would we react? Just a question for some Sunday thought.
Balisha
