All-powerful, mighty creator,
To man's limited flesh now bound...

Rythms beat and swell around me,
Resonating music in my core...

My heart quakes with a strong knowing,
The air around in quickening...

For a moment may your heart melt with fear,
For He comes...

Through the skimpy clothes you're wearing,
I see a girl, young and scared...

Sky shaded grey, air turns crisp,
Light softly fades, wind turns brisk...

I am like fire, warm and bright,
I give to those near, my warmth and light...

I, like a filthy pig,
Wallow in the mud of my sin...

If the stars fall down and when life is cold,
If the seas run dry and you're growing old...

I am Misery,
And Misery is my name...

In so many words you told me,
How special I am to you...

Rain falls... why do poets write so much on rain?
Poets can say what others cannot...