Bad rain
Posted on May 3rd, 2012
Bad rain oppressing my inner self
When will you cease whipping over
And over the soaked and battered
Earth
You don’t come from warm heaven
But drip from ice-cold hell
Pretending to quench my secret garden
You drown
The life of it and
My dreams
Altogether
Please some powerful one
Supply for strong protection
Against these cursed buckets of counterfeit Help
Or I’ll stop breathing this tear-saturated air
I’ve worked and hoped over all
The fruits that my land would bear
And in an expression of hatred
You take my future away. Away.
Bad rain, when will you cease whipping
Me like your slave
The swollen heart of me
Is drifting away in the scary current
Of a malicious foam
Bad rain
how could you ever repair
the wrong you’ve done
It is uncounted time
It is untold love
All is gone now
And you’re laughing out loud
Readier than ever to do it again
Mad rain
Sad rain.
© Celine Malraux 2010