It Rains...

It rains.
Washing things down.
Putting dirt to rest.
Paving new grounds.


And a low far away grumble,
Of the perturbed world's last fight,
From the dark clouds oozes hope...
For a determination, immovable and non stop.


It rains.
It rains to ferment action,
From all and sundry,
Atoning the sins of cryptic quandry.


It rains.
Yes, it rains - calming and slow,
Not a loud trumpet,
But a powerful majestic bellow.
Alleviating anonymous thoughts of pain...
Finally, it rains.