Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Down poor
I thought the rains would never come
And when they came,
I thought they'd never leave.
Such furious rage beating
On the windows,
Which I slept with open to hear
The trickle of fall linger down
And spread in pools and puddles
Around the area.
The night fell heavy
In splatters of tear drops
From a distressed heaven.
If I had to look down at it all
I'd cry forever tears as well.
It's a practical art,
The insane rainfall.
I contemplate it too long;
A jealous sun breaks through the
Thick clouds with amazing force.
September 6, 2009
And when they came,
I thought they'd never leave.
Such furious rage beating
On the windows,
Which I slept with open to hear
The trickle of fall linger down
And spread in pools and puddles
Around the area.
The night fell heavy
In splatters of tear drops
From a distressed heaven.
If I had to look down at it all
I'd cry forever tears as well.
It's a practical art,
The insane rainfall.
I contemplate it too long;
A jealous sun breaks through the
Thick clouds with amazing force.
September 6, 2009
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Down poor
Down poor
