Cold Rains

Cold Rains

Falling freely and profusely like a salt of tear.With his slanted and mighty lines.He falls strongly and with a loud voice of gayness but a voice desiring to tear the roof of the sky down

Every little drop of his feels and felt cold.Though science has his book of thoughts on his coldness.But as I flew with the birds;He revealed the mystery of his coldness

He said the world broke his heart with the train of smokes.Smokes of their well-being but his ill-health.He stomached all of the ache but his heart broke and his tears could no longer be hidden in the depth of his eyes.To touch the heart and corrupt the earthlings; he made his tears cold.Now their souls have become cold and hearts icy.Hostility is now their reward.

Now they can all feel his pain.