The Lord

Thunders announce the arrival

Of the much-awaited.

Flashes illuminate the plains

For a show unparalleled.

Together they welcome

The one who is unmatched

In beauty grandeur or arrogance.

He enters slowly, almost slyly

Wanting to take us by surprise.

He enjoys the look of disbelief

That in our faces does arise,

When caught unaware clueless

Of his sudden grand entrance.

He presents himself in full splendor

Awed we are as he stands tall.

Spreading his outstretched arms

Trying to engulf us all.

With an impish smile he

Showcases his avatars numerous.

He is generous benevolent kind,

Brings solace and comfort all around.

Changes the landscape with a gesture.

But when he throws his weight around

Tables turn as we wish he would be gone.

He no longer seems that glamorous.

It is a strange predicament we are in,

As if it could get any stranger.

Our wait for him seems to last an eternity.

Not much later, we can't wait any longer

For the news of his withdrawal.

He is the god of a cool shower.

He is the lord. He is Rain.