Drops

The rain starts softly, so gentle and slow

One here, another there as the light plays

In the sky revealing puffy clouds dancing

Then comes the constant thrum on the

Leaves of the great trees, across the water

You can see the plunge of each drop as it 

Disturbs the surface in the opening clouds

God gets our attention in the small rains

The soft awakenings in our life where we

First feel disturbed, troubled by our views

Of life and where we stand in relation

Softly the winds of the Spirit blow encouraging

The change within where we find new ground

We are never the same again and the drops

Land squarely upon us baptizing in revelation