rain rolled in today
set in like scars on a sow
rain rolled over us
like a mountain, like the whole
mass of Earth, the sound
of a hallow. the void, pressing
down with invisible
waters. we are
lost at the bottom of
an unfathomable depth.
it breathes,
then whispers,
then roars; everything will sink
down to dark. some where burned in
the psyche of us, do we all wonder
with the first drop of
winter – will the rain ever end?
will He lift his hand and
leave us all to drown again?
Southern Musings 