When it rains...

Sometimes When it Rains
Rev. G. Todd Williams
(This is a poem I wrote while working with the homeless on the streets of Houston over a decade ago.

Sometimes when it rains
I find that I smile
And think of boyhood days
when I would sit and play.

Sometimes when it rains
I think of the time)
When I would run into the rain
and dance among the sycamores
and proclaim
"I'll grow up tomorrow."

Sometimes when it rains
I remember the time
when I watched our calves
chase each other in the spring grass,
running so fast.

Sometimes when it rain
I think of the times
that we would shed our shoes
and walk barefoot
as we crossed the creek after school.

Sometimes when it rains
I remember times when it would rain for hours
and fill several buckets
that would be used to bathe
when summer's spell had dried up our well.

Sometimes when it rains
rains for hours without break
I now think of people who have no where to go
No home of their own
No food to eat
And only rain water to drink.

Sometimes when it rains
rains for days without break
I think of parents who live under bridges
In plastic-bag shelters
Suffering at the mercy of angry winds.

Sometimes when it rains
Rains so hard that hail joins in
I think of broken people
In search of new beginnings and wonder if
they still see God's promise
in the rainbow
when the rain ends.