Rain

Slithering rain,
Along currents of hair;
Tossed as pellets,
From an indigo air...

As mere pass-time of God,
Bearing one rule to heed;
Drown the tear-soaked hearts,
And goad them to bleed...

Downcast face peers above,
Cursing the leaking skies;
Whose raindrops dare mingle,
With the tears of her eyes...

Solitude, her condition,
As unrequited her love be;
Praying pitter-patter of rain,
Be soft touches of he...

Damning the drizzle dwindle far,
For God's mockery to cease;
As lone lament for her love,
Would surely be welcome peace...

In the turmoil of her fate,
Lies the tragedy of a soul;
So pure in form and feeling,
With none willing to console...

As her heart swells with ache,
Smothered by chilly mists;
Banishing parody of tears,
She spurns the storms to desist...

With her dismissal so blunt,
God be anguished then true;
Torrents surge, to her dismay,
As He cries then with her, too...