Sunday, March 29, 2015

The unseasonal rain

The tears of a titan in eden,
Unseasonal like a fickle storm.
When all are wrapped in putrescence,
Comes the unblessed pelting.

Those drowned in fear lift their head,
those near end have hope again,
the titan cries healing tears
when none expect.

This rain so clear washes away,
the dreary dreaded despair,
Those clouds rumbling in the sky,
fill me with will again.

I thank the blessed titan,
giving me fuel in a drought,
Hope my efforts will bear fruit.
That some day like this unseasonal rain,
I will do something good.