Rain

The sky whimpers as the stars bruise its skin
A pained groan and then silver lines its eyes
Smoldering and dark as the underworld’s sins
And any trace of sunlit ferocity dies

It starts like the falling leaves of autumn
Moving in a steady, gentle symphony
God’s breath carrying it away before it hits rock bottom
But then the stars snarl, the sky bellows and it’s a tragedy

Tears thunder onto the rivers and the seas
Until the playful tickling turns painful as thorns
Water washes down, bringing trees to their knees
And the flowers loss, the roots, they mourn

On the hill the walls smirk
A wicked smile at the air and earth
Then water enters the space between its toes
And the rest rushes into houses through the doors

The birds fly past flickering lights
Of windows adorned with decorations once bright
A winged silhouette, like a wolf on the moon
Breeze ushering them to safety, with its gentle croon

But the low hum turns into an uncomfortable whine
Tear-stained lines obscuring the skyline
And the distant boat on a wave faraway
Fights with its battered sword to see a new day

The shimmering stars don’t give up
Until the sky is black with bruises
Until the earth is damp with tears
Until the wind carries the scent of fear

So, it cries for unfathomably long
Its sobs turning into a melancholy song
And it struggles and struggles to live
But the stars push until our sky has nothing else to give