Black Rain

BLACK RAIN CRAAAAACK! the welkin fabric ripped, heaven cried CRAAAAACK again! the last of the rain dripped! Not the clearsweet crystal droplets that nurture growth and bloom flora and fauna, but oleic splatters of ebon darkness. Oleic drops of satanic darkness that fester avaricious growth and when used away, leave empty desire, painful needs, unfilled greed. The black rain has fed us led us to what we are, not what we shouldcould soulfully be - a moral child of a human father. CRAAACK! No more oily drops fell. I gazed into fading black rain pools dismally small, and pondered . . . tearfully pondered how we wouldcould in an ebon darkness survive.