Rain Is My Revival

by Joel Adcock

RAIN IS MY REVIVAL

Heaven’s dew. The rain is my revival. 

My longing eyes perceive its arrival. 

But initially, I do not see what it does, 

when it finds fruitful ground to feast on its flood. 

Only that its showers will fall on my feelings. 

Only that its cloudburst is coming to heal me. 

Essentially ubiquitous, not prejudice to premises. 

In the wild or from my window, I know it is imminent. 

Whether curiously eavesdropping its chat with the shingles

or exposed to its torrents, its speech is bilingual. 

With its drenching dialect to both senses and soul,  

it's nursing the earth while making me whole. 

At each of its comings, I am becoming. 

Smell the spirited thrill of chilled air that confronts me. 

It cascades from the cosmos, upon earthen clay. 

I’m inspired within like I’ve got a new name. 

Seeds sense its presence, new growth will awake. 

I’m a reimagined life when revived in the rain.

JOEL ADCOCK

Joel is an avid writer and poet who writes in a prayerful expression that connects to people’s curiosities about God, life, and themselves.  He recently started Written Within Co. as a digital catalog and a community for those who value meaningful language in their walk with God.  Born and raised in small-town Kentucky, he enjoys running, writing music, a homely cup of coffee, and watching nerdy documentaries.