Merrill Auguste - Raindrops

I speak on behalf in Heaven’s defense,
Reassuring the nature of Earth’s credence

Monumental burdens do weigh in clouds,
Merciful Light hangs the bow, upon its brow

Discolored unsavory floods carry our shame,
With horrific motions, having ourselves to blame

Mystics foretold; Angels do wail and cry,
Thus, rain; it’s their teardrops falling from the sky

Merrill Auguste

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