Rain on the Windshield

Reminiscing while driving

Past the rolling fields of gold,

Remembering the times we shared together,

The stories that were told.

The black tar is steaming,

By the heat of the day,

The dark clouds are rolling in

For rain is on the way.

It's been seven lonely years

Since you were taken away.

The cancer took your precious life

On that cool, sad Autumn day.

I'm listening to the radio,

The preacher's sermon is great,

He said,” Seek God for your comfort,

Just take time to pray."

The rain begins falling

As I pray to my Lord.

I explain how I lost you,

And, how you were my world.

His voice was like thunder,

He said, “Life is a whim,

Be at peace my dear child,

You will see him again."

I feel a sense of great peace

And I've come to realize,  

That wasn't rain on the windshield,

But those were tears in my eyes.

                           By, Michael A. Wiggs