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