The rain falls down,
its acid sorrows,
burning through my skin,
and leaving holes in my soul.
The weather must have been an omen,
telling us to be ready for disaster.
The Wind whispered warnings to me,
but I didn’t want to believe her.
She told me that the Sun was shining now,
but it would set and leave for Darkness.
I told her she was wrong; the Sun loved the Sky,
why would he betray her by leaving her for the Dark.
She told me it had to happen,
that happiness and all things had to end,
it’s the circle of life,
and it will happen whether I'm ready or not.
And it came to be that the Wind,
going all places and seeing all things,
was true in her prediction,
and the sky darkened and the rain fell down.
The Sun left the Sky
only to see the Darkness,
the cause of our sorrow,
and took the brightness of the day.
Now the Sky is crying
her poisonous sorrows down on us,
the children of the Sun and Sky,
the trees and flowers and butterflies.
I stand here in my mothers suffering
while my father is away with the witch,
he threw away our happiness
for one night with our sorrows.
