Rain

Hollow and shattered...
Devoid of any strength...
Both legs go limp as
I crash down hard on
the soft, cold, damp earth
I just lay still there,
wallowing in mud,
listening to the
Heaven's grand chorus...
not quite drowned out by
constant hellfire
from the guns and bombs
all around myself
I start to wonder...
Do they sing for me?
The constant rhythm
somehow sooths the pain
as tears drench my
weak, broken body
I start to wonder...
Do they cry for me?
Hours pass, and the
battle has ended
My sense weaken-
The whole world turns dark,
leaving only the
sound of relentless
Rain