And so, it rained
as my heart pained.
Longing, lusting, lamenting
a time before the grey clouds came tormenting.
Before violent tempests brewed upon my peaceful shores
while the storm Lord roars.

So ancient were those days,
that I scarcely can remember through the bleak haze,
how your soft embrace
would replenish and encase
me in love.
Lifting my soul somewhere high above
the songs of Lark and Crane.
But that was before the rain.