And Then God Said, Let There Be Rain

James Bowden

You mean that were it raining this quiet Sunday morning,
you would untangle your legs from mine to sit apew? I,
not for the world, not for all that is holy. If He won’t
absolve us these fleeting minutes where we
want nothing beyond an arm’s reach,
I shall. He truly is a needy
lover. Your soft, sleepy
smile makes one
of me, too.