Rain
A poetic lament of a grieving world, where sorrow gives way to mercy and hope in human resilience.
NATURE
Sharifah Francis
2/23/20261 min read
Rain...
The sky is crying...
she has seen all those who have bled;
funerals led by the technological walking dead.
Perfectly unstable - enhanced body but dying inside.
She weeps profusely for those living in a delusional lie.
The sky is crying...
creating floods...
causing destruction,
but she can't help it.
She is undone.
She can't understand why -
a future of kings look like unrecognizable paupers;
speakers with wisdom overrun by empty talkers.
A prince walks while their servant rides majestic.
She laments at progress destroying its owner.
Yet -
she won't cry forever.
She realizes mercy is here and hope will come.
Men with excellent spirits who will become.
Running feet will go outside to welcome the sun.
Oblivious to the tears that she has shed.
She looks over.
A bow is now stretched across her.
Many see it but few acknowledge it;
even less understand its meaning.
Yet smiles creep across their faces.
A wise man once said all is vanity.
He understood...
man enjoys pleasure and works hard,
but what is it worth when it's all gone.
Yet, he will get up and build again.
Happiness will radiate across his face.
The sky has stopped crying...
rain.