The Rhythm Of Rain
Its anger crashing on the sodden land
To darken innocence and turn it gray
The mighty power of the Sky god's hand
His blackest soul that blocks the light of day
Its wails, so full of bitter resent
The mournful sigh from dampened leaves of green
To break the Earth, the song of Wind's lament
To hide the feathered bird and keep its sheen
The heavy blanket, such an opaque board
Collapse in sheets and bow at Gaea's feet
The pleading cries from Helio ignored
It falls so thickly, salty tears not sweet
But reminiscent of a living thing
The rain will cease, and light, the sun will bring