The Rain Fell On

The sun's fine rays, undeterred for long

Grew dim one day, to make way for a song

The clowds bellowed, with renewed madness

The heavens split open, and out poured sadness

Wars were waged, empires crumbled

Battles were won, dethroned Kings grumbled

On ash and blood and bones she spattered

The Rain fell on, to her it never mattered

Lepers crawled and begged for alms

United in death, lay brothers in arms

In mockery she laughed and spat on their face

The Rain fell on, she had no grace

The murderer smiled, bathed in blood

Aggression, perversion, ready to flood

She witnessed his act, with unflinching eyes

The Rain fell on, she had no ties

The infant, still, lay smothered dead

Her mother's soul was torn and shred

From the window sill, she watched the sorrow

The Rain fell on, she'd forget all by the morrow

The lost man gazed up, right unto her face

Seeking for meaning, failed to find a trace

She looked in his heart, and beheld the turmoil

She failed to perceive, of man's desperate toil

Days like this have come, and many more gone

But the Rain fell on, and on, and on