Rain pummels fast,
leaves wildly shiver,
droplets fall with graceless sighs;
the world around in mourning.
 
The clouds in tears,
and icy water falls.
Earth shall never more be dry,
in the setting of the sun.
 
Swallowed by this pitied isolation,
with forty breaths too slow and lumbered.
Worthless beasts drown with repentance,
as their rasps are now extinguished.
 
Creation washed anew,
in isles of splendid beauty.
Prosperity untamed;
until He maims the world once more.