Rain's Beauty

The angel’s tears streak the panes. The lanes outside are filled with them. Weeping for the fate of the world, Unfurled are their banners grey. Light scars the sky for a moment. Potent is God’s punishment. A crash is heard across the land, God’s hand strikes down the proud, Melting skin even in the deluge; Refuge we seek within our homes And though Nature’s wroth is nigh, The sky brings heaven’s beauty here The breath of the seraphim A hymn it makes of angel’s tears Soft and beautiful at times Like chimes upon the tin