Raining

O ye drops of liquid glass,

Merrily do you cleanse,

Empty trees, bushes, and pass

Our scarred stars at our expense.

And though with violent force

You are thrust down upon ground;

Muddied with some remorse,

All beholders hear an equivocal sound.

Ever so formidable the sight

That filled void with your entrails,

Shunning day-like shine so bright

When it basks in rainbow trails.

O ye blocks of fluid snow,

Make haste for seasons drain

The essence of Earth, its limpid brow

Set ablaze; lest summer entertain.

The land seemed barren, dry

And bore the sullied mark

Of struggle, aging that whimper to cry

In need and thirst after dark.

They long for your aid,

To grace ancient cisterns

Of wisdom, faith with great cascades

And remedy incessant burns.

O ye drought of hope,

Suffice the pangs of love,

That unrequited pines and mopes

For a foreign angel up above.

Vouchsafe the soft prayer,

Of one heart to cloudy skies.

Be of gentle nature to bear

The future's promising lies.