thunder and rain

The sky is falling, as I begged it to. Crashing down it breaks for me. The angels cry as fear may flash - it brightens up my every room. Behind the darkness the clouds speak to me / they tell me of their travels - they cry for those in need. They scream for the spring that is supposed to come soon, the warmth that refuses to come. Crumbling down they come, angry at the life that should be - angry at the death that remains. The seas are falling from the sky, trying hard to bring life, trying hard to end life, trying hard to empty the skies. Joy is flashing across the sky - the clouds sing in their triumphant reclaim, and the sun cries for fear of never being seen again. It is as it should be...