Summer Rain

I stayed in the field though the rain was
          beginning to fall
While the whips of lightning were
          cracking above my head
And watched the rain fingers lift my
          sun-beaten corn
With the grace of a miracle bringing
          life to the dead.

It was none of my doing and yet I felt
          like a god
Bestowing his pity and strength in the
          way he designed.
Then the feeling passed and I stood
          there drenched to the skin
Trying to keep the picture deep in my
          mind.