Rain

Sorrow painted all over-
Burdened with the load,
It crackled in pain.

Pampered by the skies,
They had no choice-
Journey destined by the blowing winds
In the vast expanse
It sailed lifeless.

Neither the breeze knew when to disembark,
Invisible reins guided them.
A chariot rattled around universe,
It showered fire.

Filthy mouths united in prayers,
Treacherous souls shivered with fear.
Tears squeezed through sore eyes-
None so brave to combat karma.

Numb with fear,
Blinded by the torrential downpour.
A leap of faith,
Rose above all beliefs.

Every drop is destined to a gut,
Cannot be barred on grounds of color.

Yet so kind the Supreme is,
He heard not of the few peasants,
But prayers that wished a prolong summer.

Mortal is a being,
Immortal his desires -
Wrapped in another body,
Satiate his cravings.

They wish to conquer
With concrete muscles,
Denying a drop to seep.

Metal and plastic will sustain long
And terror much longer,
But every drop is destined to a gut,
If treasured other wars can be won.