...and let the rains fall

Soul Poetry



Come clouds,
hover over and darken 
my already shadowed days.


Come thunder,
deafen my ears 
with your pulsing claps.


Come lightning,
strike me again, 
where I'm weakest worn.


Come winds,
blow me across these, 
my barren fields.


Come storm,
blind me sightless,
with the evil eye of your hurricane,


and let the rains fall...
...and let the rains fall.



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John Goyette's picture

absolutely a awesome poem.i really liked it.it is a deep poem,and those are the ones that in my op pion stand out over all different styles..keep up the great work..john goyette