The rain begins to fall

First one, then two

Then ten, then two hundred

Sheets, pillars, explosions of rain

That shakes the sky empty

And so I stand

Amongst the explosions

Did the sky come to hurt me?

No, just to cry.

But the sun is no evil

It comes to quell the battlefield

Piercing through the angry sky

Turning explosions to drops

The rain will end

But not even the grandest ray

Can keep the explosions from living again.