The rain pours down
Relentlessly,
At first, it was soothing,
A gentle melody,
Sent down from heaven,
If such a place exists,
To calm the unrest,
In the heart of even
The lowliest heathen;
Hours later,
It hasn’t abated,
And what was pleasant,
Is now cold, wet, a depressant –

I look for meaning,
In nooks and crannies
Where none exists,
Perhaps it is fitting,
This outpouring of rain,
Perhaps it will clear,
The storm cloud,
Filled with
What was it again?