Carnglas Road: Gray day in spring

Actually, the following poem, by Luci Shaw, is entitled “Lewis Avenue: Gray day in spring”. But I live on Carnglas Road; overhead there is a stratus sheet, but it is dry.

I really want to be
drenched in God.

Sometimes
he lets down a small

cloudburst, enough
to leave me wet

and shiny, for about
ten minutes, but mostly

it’s just
gray skies up there -

clouds moving
their dull edges

endlessly across
the sky; a drying wind,

and no rain,
Dammit.

From Luci Shaw, The Angles of Light (Colorado Springs: WaterBrook Press, 2000).