Easter Poem

The raindrops pouring on my heart

Are three days overdue; 

I've stood in dry and piercing sun 

For three days without You. 

I swore I was too old to cry, 

And people come and go— 

Although You promised to return, 

My doubtful heart can't know. 

But now this sweet refreshing drink 

Is healing up my wound. 

I’ll let it pour, I’ll dance and sing! 

You said You’d be here soon.