Dark clouds loom heavily
On the horizon's edge.
Gray shapes in the image
Of hopeless, lost faces
Torn apart  by harsh agony
With hatred and despair.
In the clouds are the souls
Of the ******, the doomed,
And as the sun goes out
Hidden by a myriad of troubles,
The darkness of the human soul
Throws shadows on the Earth.

But the torrential rains fall cooly,
Drowning out the chaos with
The constant rhythmic beat,
Rat-tat-tat Rat-tat-tat.
The rain washes over me
Cleaning the dirt off my face.
The showers quench the fires
And grows new life within me.
A new plant takes root,
One named experience.
Even in the shadow's gloom
Good things can sprout.