[Written during the California drought of 2014 and during the Ferguson, Missouri, riots.]
I dreamed that it was raining
And streets were wet again.
The cars went by
And gave a sigh
As water splashed on them.
I dreamed that it was raining
And children laughed aloud.
With gleeful hoots
Their muddy boots
Through puddles gaily plowed.
I dreamed that it was raining
And clouds burst forth in flood.
Their waters calmed
The violence strong
And peace could now be found.
I dreamed that it was raining
And living water sped
From streamlets high
To rivers dry —
The thirsty land was fed.
I dreamed that it was raining
And black made friends with white.
The past was healed,
Their friendship sealed,
With harmony in sight.
I dreamed that it was raining
Upon the wasted land.
The thirsty earth
Could now give birth
To many seedlings grand.
I dreamed that it was raining
And cleansing tears were shed
O’er mem’ries deep,
I now could sleep,
Could rest upon my bed.
I dreamed that it was raining
And God forgave my sins.
He calmed my fears
And dried my tears,
And I could live again.
clarakatalin 
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