Come In With The Rain

Come In With The Rain

Crystals fall from the cloud,
As doors open, windows close,
Typically cover is taken,
So this is what they've chose,

Summer's rain, God's tears,
But within sadness comes grace,
A spectacle of beauty,
As terror finds this face,

As she scuttles away,
I stand in the dark,
The tears still dripping,
I still feel her hark,

Cold and nothingness,
Content with this position,
I may stay longer,
Longer in this condition,

A subtle blank face,
In a coat fit for no one,
A God! I think not.
Not even Michael's* son.

The cracks of light appear,
But though I feel no warm,
The wind picks at my skin,
And then the splitting of a storm.

(Archangel Michael, angelic warrior of healing)

© Wings Of Flames May 3rd 2007