When the Rain Comes Down From a Darkened Sky

When the rain comes down from a darkened sky,
I like the company I won't deny.
With the pitter-patter on my roof,
And a chill that's seeped in as my proof,
I'm inside till the storm passes
I put on my reading glasses.
And I take out the word of God.
Those alone can hold to the rod.

When the rain clears, there is a star filled night.
I am in awe of the Heavenly sight.
With a deepen inhale I say a prayer.
As I smell the freshness of clean air.
The long night has passed so slowly,
It's mine to enjoy wholly.
And I read words from men of God.
Those alone can hold to the rod.

When the sun then rises on a new day,
There's much on my mind to think and pray.
I think of all the long years granted.
And someday I will be transplanted.
My home has deep roots, memories.
I'm at home with antiquities.
I will write how I'm taught of God.
Those alone can hold to the rod.