you are more than I deserve
than I will ever deserve
you are the cool and glorious rains that fall
blissfully to the scorched lands
that have been plagued
they did not appreciate you for what you were
until you were gone
only then did they see the errors of their ways
and because you are pure, and good, you forgave
but for just how long can the rains fall from the heavens?
how long can torrents of rejuvenation and adoration
come forth and pacify the qualms
of the ungrateful earth
when will the water dry up?
when will the day come that the lands will never again be shielded
from the brutality of the sun?
that the earth will dry up, and be filled with sorrow.
to no reward.
when will penitence gain no ground?
the love that was so willingly bestowed upon you will at once cease.
the clouds will burst forward in a cacophonous deluge
the pyre that is the world roars to life
and the clouds above cry in anguish
for although they want not to cause you harm
they cannot be the hand that is holding the gun
pressed like a kiss
to their temple.