SPIRIT OF RAIN

By Cale Young Rice

Spirit of rain —

With all thy mountain mists that wander lonely

As a gray train

Of souls newly discarnate seeking new life only!

Spirit of rain!

Leading them thro’ dim torii, up fane-ways onward

Till not in vain

They tremble upon the peaks and plunge rejoicing dawnward.

Spirit of rain!

So would I lead my dead thoughts high and higher,

Till they regain

Birth and the beauty of a new life's fire.