A day so full I hear it creak like ancient woods,
Crammed full of thoughts and worlds unmapped,
A trail that's littered with my thoughts,
I wander down the path a mile,
Then I pierce through undergrowth!
To scramble on some estranged pebbles,
I walk a mile down twisting turns,
Then I burst through understory!
To knock the dust off memory paths,
To age my mind like whisky in great knowledge casks.

Shattered clouds fall,
In a downpour of fragrant gemstones,
Resounding like a flowing tide,
Blaring a horn at their descent,
And in a moment whispering.

Loud and quiet like a wandering melody,
Vibrant and cautious like the patting of tiny feet,
They cover the earth in depths and shallows,
Pouring out from the heavens.

All the world rejoices,
For it rains on the righteous and the wicked,
And His grace calls out like rushing waters,
To turn from their darkness and dance in the rain with Him.