Children of the Rain by Joseph B. St. John

Image by 준원 서 from Pixabay

Run through the sunlight’s core

Children of the Rain

Smile little and feel the heat

Breathe a new day

Comfort in the fact

That nothing spends the night-

Nothing that can be felt or seen


Preclude the shadows of existence

That takes lesser men’s breath

Words swell on the tongues of innocence

Whispered on a Sunday Morning

A ball, a child playing in the cove

Unnoticed for the world to see-

Unnoticed by the tide of emotion


Temper the belief that all is all

And never is never

Explore the reaches

Of the bottom of the cone

Gather the prize

Located near the center of the box-

Located only by the Children of the Rain