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A rainy evening looking out at it all coming down...

Heaven's Falling

Fdf5205c-8b5b-4da8-a6dc-63fe28d680a9by Billy J. Stewart28 Dec 2013

Hiss on stone,
Pelting, full of spit,
Deafening in its roar of sweet crescendo.
The night begins to precipitate these laden skies.
I wipe the glass at the spattered window,
Remembering the summer days from an eternity past.
People full of soaked up energy
Always on the go.
But to now, the coming of heavy water.
Gosh how the roof must be under some strain.
Another washing of tired land,
Another cleansing of crimson soil,
Another draining away the dirt of cluttering accumulation.
Water music cuts the splashes, in a cacophony of madness,
Rushing through the drain-pipes,
Condensing into rising gutters, swollen with clog.
I feel safe and warm inside the house,
Held dry by angled slate.
This is the promise of Hellish seasons,
This is the night of Heaven's Falling.