When I hear

When I hear the drizzle of the rain
tapping in my window,
when I watch the drops falling down
slowly and quietly
in my home,
when I listen to its soft song
in the night,
I always remember you and your song,
and I also think
that God
is sending us his grace.

And then
I like to say, I like to feel, I like
to sing
that our lives are gifts of God.
Do you like it too?

Los Negrales, 1987