Whispers in the Rain.

The clouds are grey and sunshine swept

by stormy brooms and brooding wind.

A tempest raging ‘gainst one who sinned,

the only one in the world not kept.

Security of a mystery so blind,

the drops shatter eyelids of the broken.

Tears shed from high, grace not a token

to trade with a maelstrom brewing unkind.

Soft voice, made hoarse with quivering;

emotion pours forth with drizzling pain.

Eyes lifted up to see what I could gain

A heart, made warm, to all delivering.


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