February 16, 2015: Rain

~by Paula Veloso Babadi

Rain, through a child’s eyes, becomes something joyous and grand. Even in the mind of a young girl, its role in nourishing the created world and those who live in it is evident.

I remember exactly where I was when I wrote this poem in 6th grade. It was raining really hard, and I was sitting on the porch of our family’s first home in Moreno Court, Pensacola. There on the asphalt road beyond the short carpet of grass in our front yard, was this wondrous parade – drops of rain bouncing off the street and plainly “marching” in great numbers. It was one of those discoveries born of my father’s awakening in me an appreciation for creation. Even back then, God allowed me to understand the importance of a tiny raindrop.


Have you ever watched the rain
pound upon the street?
It looks just like a thousand marchers
dancing on their feet.
They make a joyous grand parade
that never seems to stop,
until the skies have poured down rain
enough to feed the farmer’s crop.
And O!
how cool the raindrops feel
when jumping from the ground,
as thunder drums its music
playing loud
above all sound.
Why does the Lord send down the rain?
Why does He cause the flood?
Why does he hide the flower’s face
Amidst the dirt and mud?
To quench each nation’s thirst
and fuel our dreams.
To see the water make its way
and cut a thousand tiny streams.
And when the downpour’s over
the sun comes up to see
each tiny raindrop
quiver on the leaves of every tree.
Some great things now accomplished
The air is fresh
the trees have drunk,
the ground is moist and cool,
and hailing spring,
the birds cry out,
Come on, let’s race, fly north you fool!”
The hand of God provides for us,
all the day and night -
and through His tiny raindrops,
the whole world comes to life.

Paula Veloso Babadi has worked in the health care industry for over thirty five years, but her true passion is poetry. She is a member of the St. John’s Chapter of the national Catholic Writers Guild and a regular contributor to the St. Joseph’sReflections Newspaper. Growing up in England and Pensacola with her Filipino and British parents and marrying into her Iranian family, she now lives in Jacksonville, Florida with her husband, daughter and nearby three grown sons and grandchildren.

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