Rain

Rain.
Distorting the glass.
Remembering the past.
The dryness of yesterday.
The memory of what I did and didn't say.
Trying to see.
Struggling blindly to be.
New.
And then the Son comes.
Covering me with His ransom.
Life breaks forth.
Hope is born.
Restored again, my heart no longer torn.
I'm clean.
Washed away what might have been.
And suddenly just like then.
The sun shines bright at last.
Reign.