Waiting for the rains

Waiting for the rains to come flushing down.

Come churning black skies,

Come brewing black horizon.

Come night, come night,

dark mistress who devours light.

Open your darkened embrace as we call out for the rains.

Drench us in the stormy torrent of your falling tears.

Those tears of sorrow and of joy

those of sadness and of delight,

Soak us in your weeping on a magical night.

Pink to gray

 

An unspoken ultimatum,

A final chance.

To rejection, desire succumbs.

Transition to irrelevance.

There can be no abandoning of this course.

It is well beyond the point of no return.

Tarnished and rust,

decaying to dust,

this once fertile source.

A smoldering pyre,

a perishing fire,

with nothing left to burn.

An end to a day.

The death of a dream.

Skies pink turn gray,

The wine now taste of kerosene.