First Rain

First Rain

Skies shadowed in grey strips of clouds

Moaning echoes from the west

As birds stride away in a melancholic march

Nature decides to strike in the cloudless land

And will its power with mighty and grandeur

Fly! Fly away little sun with your burning suit of arms

Let earth speak its cause and may be filled with its proper wetness

Let the race of man be soaked again

And flee this scorching fate which you have bestowed

Let those tiny vaporised drops flow and dance among the men

Let them feast upon their waterless bodies

And taste the atmosphere’s moisty gift

Breathe the delightful oxygen which springs from the humid earth

So will the heart of men will be reborn through their wetness

They shall be purified and absolved of any sins

Their burdens will scatter among the shadows

And time will come when man will rise again

Reborn through the dark clouds and raise stature

To all the blackness and the obscurity of the sun

And through the power of rain he will overcome the shadows

Sun will no longer blind man in its crossing

But it will subject to his will

As man will bow as well to the wet call of Nature

And all that was bound into darkness will fall to its doom

And guilt and fear will no longer shadow the skies of man

But instead Nature will gift Man with courage and mighty

To rule again the wet lands of the earth

And the sweet odour of rain will overflow in Man’s heart

Feelings of a blue renaissance will arise

And those grey drops that march their way to earth from Heaven’s doors

Will settle on this wondrous land of Man

And overwhelm his soul with a flood of feelings

Resurrecting the Race from the shadows of the Past

Into the Dawn of the First Rain of Man