An invocation of sorts

Haven't written much lately, but it's been on my mind to try more. Stories or non-fiction perhaps, or maybe more poems. Looking back over the recently written, there aren't exactly many to share. A couple poems writ with intended audience of one or less. But also this one, which I'd forgotten about. I was quite pleased, at the time (November?) that I'd written an invocation of sorts.

I pray some gentle rain to come and wash
away the week. The sweat of toil, the dirt
from travel to and fro. Rain down and quash
the weary heated thoughts, the ones that hurt
as through my tortured heart they run, aflame
with fear that feeds on loathing's fuel. My face,
once wet with tears, your waters shall reclaim.
Erode my furrowed brow, and leave no trace
thereon of guilt or pain. Then soon shall grow
a smile broad and deep and calm. A lake
of pure contentment I shall be. I know
your soothing rainfall shall once more awake
my vibrant side. Renewal and rebirth
within my soul just as it is on Earth.