Written in the Fall of 1998.

 

I was living in a puke green honeycomb apartment in Stevens Point, WI and had this urge to write a song. The outcome was this poem, but I’ve never put it to music (I don’t think I was meant to be a composer).

 

Anyway, my only rule for this poem was that it had to have a repeating chorus, something that people could sing along to. I always meant to add more verses but I never got around to it. I was reading some C.S. Lewis and thus the use of the word “Charity”.

 

As I began to understand God’s grace, the more I related it to rain. After giving into the temptations of flesh I would always feel filthy. An image of a warm summer thunderstorm is burnt in my memory from a specific time I had sinned, laid on my driveway, and cried under huge drops of rain. I’ve correlated rain with grace and comfort ever since (evident in afewquestions). I used the imagery of an empty cup with a stain at the bottom in a sappy love poem after a heart-break in high school.