About the Rain - Nature & Poetry

On a quiet peaceful day, the sun is bright, shining.
Not all creation is equal, some happy, some whining.

A change unexpected, an abrupt calling.
Something is forming above, something begins falling.

Look up, look straight into the heavens.
Look, what cometh down the heavens.

The sky changes color and the night’s looming.
A face once smiling is now frowning.

Spreading darkness all around, sucking every bit of light.
A simmering fear, a moment of despair, a true plight.

My demons look down at me and then count all the reasons.
Could it be THE storm, wondering what poured from the heavens.

Soon to be made clear, the battle lines were drawn.
A slap of lightning on faces that frown.

A battle roar, a war cry, the great thunder.
Releasing water in unmeasurable quantities, like arrows that do not miss, do not surrender.

From the despair, the nature turns a kind eye.
And I release a long-held sigh.

Dropping on my lips like a gentle kiss.
The disguised unforgiving storm turns out to be a bliss.
Nourishing all life, resurrecting the land of dead.
It didn’t turn rife, it was hope instead.

I ask myself and I ask my demons.
I am in no need of advice, or any sermons.

Did it just come to be? When I needed it most, It came down on me.