Rosary in the Rain

I love to say the Rosary when it’s raining,
each drop a Rosary bead of blessed prayer;
the patter of the water’s soft refraining
matching patterns of my Aves in the air.

The droplets pelt the parched plants like a leaven,
to nourish thirsty gardens in the sun;
my prayerlets climb the sunbeams up to heaven
that flourish when the ardent rains are done.

The harvest will be fuller in the morning,
the rainfall fortifying all our food;
and as heaven harvests sinners without warning,
my Hail Marys help to bring beatitude.

If the Creator gave us rainfall for our growing
to replenish all the material life we feel,
how much more He’ll shower graces overflowing
on those who thirst for spiritual rain so real.

So listening to the raindrops as they’re falling,
I let the beads slip by quiet as my prayer,
all confident in the faith that keeps me calling
for His rain of grace to shower everywhere.

-- by Pete Voelz         2003

(Dedicated to a friend who loves her Rosary.)