My back is turned to the sinning world of the mortals
Their disgusting actions make me sick to the brink of dying
I do not know why the Almighty One had to create such a sickening race
But as they go about their buisiness
As do I.
Kneeling on this smooth white knees I was given
I chant, to myself
Darkened clouds rolling over head
As crashes of thunder soon begin to growl
Sparks of white lightning spit from the heavens
As I smile to myself
This rain will cleanse them all
These crystal clear tears of the old
Has the power to wash away this arrogence
Within time....
These creatures will see the errors of their ways..
~end
A contest entry
- The Angel of Rain by Ted E Bare.
300 points, ended July 17, 2007, 13 entries
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Comments
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Fascinating approach to see the rain more like a way to save the world from evil. She seems like an angel that is strong in her opinions. I want to thank you for entering my "The Angel of Rain" contest.

Ted E
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This is wonderful Fips... I loved it...
I am a fan of rain poems and this will go in my list
All the best!


