(Written in the Kumboi mountain village of Papua New Guinea, at dawn.)
Through the darkness creeps the dawning
Over the low lands bluish haze
T’ward the mountain’s kingly splendor
Wrapped in swaddling like a babe.
Raindrops on my roof are tapping
And their rhythm seems to tell
If the sun is bold in shining,
Bolder still the clouds that swell.
Banana trees applaud the effort
Green leaves clapping up and down.
And the jungle birds are hooting
Their derision toward the ground.
Through the shutters light is shining,
A promise that the sun is there
Raindrops on the screen are laughing,
“Can you see how much we care?”
Green, the valley! Green, the mountains!
A brilliant, rich, and royal cloth—
’Tis the rain that brings the color
‘Tis the sun that shows it off.
Orchids, yellow, red and purple
Flames amid the falling rain
Crown the mountain tops with splendor
“God loves beauty!” Is their claim.
And the roses, crushed and beaten
By the downpour’s last onslaught
Send a fragrance made in Heaven
Scarcely captured, often sought.
’Tis the jungle island’s secret
Rain is life, and life is rain.
Who can grow under a spotlight?
Who improves with too much fame?
Beauties great and undiscovered
Thrive beneath the tropic storm
The sun will shine when God is ready.
Until then. . . well, let it pour!