Blessed

The rain slides down the old tin awning;
Its cool touch leaves me unwanting.
Running off the corner onto the ground
It puddles the area.
As I look up and let the stream flow down my face,
covering me in her sweet embrace,

I know this day will go the way it does,
And certain things will happen just because,
And when today, tries to give me a test,
I have the answers. Today I’m blessed.