Wildfire Rain

Rain is falling,
thrumming, steady on the deck boards as I wake in the dark.

Rain has arrived, like a nurse,
in rooms of exhaustion
plumping up the hard pillows of dry earth,
tenderly touching the burnt boards of dreams
Anointing their fallen doorways
releasing the love they surrounded,
to soak
into the aching hearts of those who are bereft.

It is like salve spread on a burning wound.
It is like a bowl of baptism poured over us.
It is like our tears,
grief and gratitude running down our faces.

It is who we will need to become.

About Catherine Smith

A retired minister with the United Church of Canada I’ve grown up in church, been ordained and served communities that are small or in transition. I’ve seen firsthand just how powerful these experiences can be in helping to foster meaningful connections with others and the Other, the mystery that holds us all. My greatest hope is that my writing and this website will help you live well in the big questions that face all of us in this beautiful, aching world.


  1. Shirley Childs on June 4, 2023 at 7:48 am

    Words that hold our feelings and thoughts. Just so thankful for this gift of rain that has arrived. And for your words that say this so well.

    • Catherine Smith on June 5, 2023 at 7:51 am

      Full of thanks here too; just had to overflow in words.

  2. Susan Sorensen on June 3, 2023 at 5:35 pm

    Beautifully written and so heartful. Thank you.

    • Catherine Smith on June 3, 2023 at 8:28 pm

      Thank you, Susan ~

  3. Margie Ann on June 3, 2023 at 11:10 am

    This is beautiful Catherine. My niece and her family lost the walls, doors and windows and everything in them to fire last week. Your poem is a baptism blessing to that experience. Thank you for the words that express the blessing of rain so very well.

    • Catherine Smith on June 3, 2023 at 8:27 pm

      Oh Margie Ann, I’m so sorry to hear about your niece and her family. There’s such heart-rending in these days. The rain brought the words; I’m so glad they carry blessing.

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