The Rain on a Cool Night

the ice cold rain drizzles down upon my hair
sticking to the thick full strands
and with the blow of a cool breeze down they run through the jungle like a frightened hare from a monstrous bear
and as I brush my hand through the dark brown forest, the cool like a hive of wasps with razor sharp stingers catch the palm of my soft hand

There is realization in that rain
that I am real
Though the heat from my body is drain
I take up pride in the fact I feel

It is in the small matters that God reveals that which makes us a creation
be it the cool touch of a frosty rain day
or feel of the wet ground under the feet where I stay
Look unto these realizations within the simple of Gods creations
For there he waits on those He's called