Blessed rainy day

Blessed Rainy day
Labours over, fields look fine,
golden brown ripe and ready,
skies have dried up,
Filling our sorrows,
With holy clean water,
And finally,
I am clean, really.

Early morning the sun does not rise,
Sleeps till later,
Hot steaming thup on the table,
And warm happiness in my belly.

Days are slow, minds sated,
Ways are right but not wrong,
Largely in our cluttered minds,
Come another blessed rainy day.