THE GREAT RAIN
With momentum the cloud gathers,
In the dark range of a mother on travail,
Prepared for a sullen wreck;
Lightning, blinding all like a Steven wonder.
Sully to the absolute,
Floating elements in the waters.
Farmers and hunters are hastened,
As there is no going back for this rain,
Cascading yonder, every corner.
Cutting trees asunder in its plunder,
Chasing mother and father,
Children and others;
In a cold blooded fury.
No one stops the great rain
From dropping bubbles, inflicting pain,
Flushing the grains;
Crushing sculptures like Mellon.
Vulture poised-stretch like crane;
No one stops the torrential rain, and its massive cane.
Oh! Man is vain.
The astrologist words disappears in the ether,
Green grass of the valleys,
Mammals of the forest;
They all succumb, clobber.
Hypnotized to surrender,
Cut off from roots and chambers.
Only the vision from d ember,
keeps this day a remembrance.
Like a falling star from the east to the west,
North and south,
The heavens opened its mouth,
Pronouncing curse on every living thing;
Bubbles dropping with sweet melody,
Suddenly, it stopped promptly.
Leaving the earth void.