God
Sunday Rain
Sun in Apathy..

Saddening after so long Beaming stagnantly.

Natural tear drops,
using the Clouds to hinder Humiliation..

The hiding Light we Blindly Seek!..

Showers and Schockbolts.
If not; flowers could Not Grow..

The shouting subsides.

Clouds part, shades; gone.

Finally..
The Sun, Smiling.