The Rain Plea
Can You Hear Its Voice
The Rain
No feeling left within me
My body sallow and exausted like an exstinguished flame
My very soul is wrung out and void of color
Numbness it seems is the very essence of my being
My feet move and I rise up off my knees as though something is controling me with string
Every movement oddly mechanical
The world I see through unblinking eyes is a tired shade of grey
No color
No sound
No smell
No taste
The world is a vast expanse of nothingness
The only form of life my cold eyes spy is a towering wall of dark clouds standing tall and threatening
They speak as one voice their battle cry first a low heavy rumbling
Then a loud horrific crack
That seems to shatter the sky like glass.
