The sunlight is gone
and the threatning shadow of rain
makes the earth seem unknown
with its strange glow again.
The warm breeze twirls quickly.
The plants-too green- hasten their dance,
and the dark and bright sky above me swirls-
a single drop breaks the silence.
I close my eyes, letting the torrent
chill me to my soul.
For so long this feeling has been pent,
now my spirit is but a black coal.
Just one small spark, and all is lost.
"Not one bit of warmth," the rain remarks,
"that line cannot be crossed."
But I can't stay in the storm,
or this godforsaken nation.
I need to get warm
and away from the place called Desolation.