The Incessant Downpour The clouds bulging with the iron weight they carry, They bellow and charge down to the pale grey ground below, The ice cold drops mingling with the clay and dirt Rivulets of dark blood dripping down the pavement. The rain thunders on Silencing the charade of this world at large; Some end up sitting and staring in wonder at the blessed fall Others hiding beneath the covers of their pretentious parasols. Angered by our insolent embrace of innocence The rain cleaves through our warm bodies Leaving us shocked, cold and grey. The mocking countenance ripping our smiles away. The grains sullen and drenched droop to the floor The joy gone from the downpour, the children play no more Everywhere there's silence, Hesitating and unsure While the rain heralds the darkness Cloaking the incessant downpour.