I have been praying for rain –
relentless down-pouring
like Mary's weeping,
that Resurrection morning
when all that was love to her
was lost. O, that morning
was her hurricane of asking,
Who take him? Where they put him?
Not even a body left to touch.
Yes, I have been praying for rain
like that first Easter morning
when so much eye-water fall
it drown her world like Noah's.
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