The rain beats down on houses,
people inside staying dry,
the rain beats down on cars,
splashing through, headed home,
the rain beats down on heads
on their pathways
towards their chosen shelters,
the rain beats down
on those who have none

And every one of these is worthy,
and every one of these deserves a home
and every one of these deserves redemption
from whatever made them feel they were alone

The rain may fall
but no judgment
falls upon the heads
of those who find themselves
here in this state of consciousness,
here where their blessing precedes them.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 8, 2017