Tears of The Heavens

Running from the depths of despair,
Heart in pieces,
Soul in shambles.
The burden of sorrow weighing me down.
Suddenly a whisper,
I stop to listen but hear nothing but the wind.
I turn to run once more when suddenly…
Drip.
A cold splash of my cheek.
I raise my hand and touch my finger to my face,
Feeling the cold wetness caressing my fingertip.
Raising my head up to the sky,
I see the tears of the heavens falling down upon the earth.
With each drop I feel my burden fading,
Sorrow and despair slowly washed away,
To be but a memory of a darker time passed.

Suddenly the wind changes,
The pitter-patter of teardrops a rising crescendo.
Slow tears of sorrow now waged in anger,
Rising forth in a vengeful inferno.
The sky now a canvas for the end of days.
Lightning rushes to the ground,
A demon’s hand clawing at the earth.
I fall to the muddy ground,
Fear taking my limbs out from under me.
A mighty crash of thunder tearing my conscience apart.
This chaotic wrath is not of our world,
But of ancient times long forgotten.
Oh! Ye, pagan gods!
Angry are you at the dregs of mankind.
At those who have forgotten the lessons once taught.
But no more,
For now we remember the wisdoms of old.

Once more the wind changes,
The lustful madness now a lingering sorrow.
But the sorrow is not for the lesson taught but rather the need for it to be taught.
Bracing myself I rise to my feet,
The troubles that brought me here now a trivial matter,
For now I have learnt my lesson.
As I walk away the rain cloaks me,
And serves to remind me of powers of the earth greater than me or you.
Ever watching,
Ever ready,
To remind those that have forgotten.