Raining Stones

The sky, once velvet, cracks and groans,

A weeping wound of shattered stones.

No gentle rain, no cooling sighs,

But stony tears that pierce the skies.

The wind, a banshee's mournful wail,

Whips pebbles down with icy hail.

No shelter holds, no roof defends,

From this strange storm that never ends.

The earth, once soft, now cratered deep,

A silent graveyard where shadows sleep.

The weight of stones, a crushing fear,

As whispers echo, cold and clear.

"A world of glass, a fragile dream,

Shattered by gods, a broken scheme.

Where laughter danced, now silence reigns,

And raining stones wash clean the stains."

But in the heart, a flicker bright,

Of hope that fights the endless night.

For even stones, when they collide,

Can spark a fire, deep inside.

And when the storm at last subsides,

A barren land where life abides.

Will seeds of strength take root and grow,

In this new world, where hard things flow.