Fiery Rain

Forgoing the fiery flight, this beautiful thistle tries to shine, Glorious grieving moon- gleams, Soft suspicious taps suddenly spring- drowned in dreary diluted drops- long- loud- crashes loom literally. Painted brightly protruding seen purple- canvas crumbling- creased and crushed, Rain, rumbles, rancorous... Ill future idling forever illuminate- To view the world is a grey brackdrop, Lined with reds- greys- with a hint of drizzle.