Rain

Rain in the morning;
draw shadows on my walls,
and fingers down my window.
Fill the world with your greying mist,
and bring ghosts to my doorstep,
and wraiths to my windows,
and spirits from my walls.
In the muted light of your passing,
show me the quiet tragedy
of this world.
Wash away my sins, and the dust from my journey.
Wash away the good and the bad,
the cruelty and the kindness,
the indecision, the unhappiness, and the doubt.
Wash away my heavy thoughts, and my world.
Leave me clean and alone, deep in your soul,
with nothing but the sound
of rain in the morning.