Today, rain's relentless pour persists,
Heavy droplets fall, my spirit resists.
A translucent cloak engulfs the tent's dome,
Cold and clear, a frosty shroud I roam.
Here I sit, stranded, lost in solitude,
Thoughts crashing, like waves in relentless pursuit.
Does God intend to shock and test my will,
Day by day, with this wet...