Fire and Flood

Rain

She was like the rains,
One that embraced the dead mother earth,
She kissed the sleeping beauties,
From the grave they twirled with mirth.
She wore her sentiments,
Like a brittle armour,
She could flood the city,
and unleash the horror.
She hardly met sunshine,
Her lover in disguise,
But when they met,
They drew colourful rainbows on the skies.
Her arrival,
marked a certain gloom,
She casted the city,
in shades of doom.
There was darkness within her,
She was tragic,
But the way she Fell,
was magic.
She drenched her lovers,
quenched the burns underneath their skin,
They worshipped her like pilgrims,
She washed them off their sins.
~a.b.