Lines of Rain

The stages of rain are neverending

But it seems that this rain is heavy

Mixed with hail and God's guilty tears

Maybe he see the bad we've done

What he has caused us to do

And wants to wash it away

If I walked out into the storm

Am I tempting Death?

By assuming that lightning could strike me

Or am I Living?

For experiencing the rain coursing down my spine

And while I walk this line-

Am I living for myself or for someone else?

The grass drinks the water

and so do we

Our mouths full and us saying

"Enough"

But how can we say that to the hand

that continues to feed

Where is the line of too much

and too little?