The Rain

When the rain comes; you will wash your heart and soul, then again you will dance. you will all dance, if only to the beating of your hearts. the blood i see, brings the rain from my eyes. the music of the rain makes you smile, yet i cry more. When the rain comes; i will also sing, sing for the young that have died. i will speak to the cries of sorrow, and try to calm them. you will hear no sounds, but still you will dance. When the rain comes; i will drink from the clouds, and swallow the thunder. the lighting will dry the tears of sadness, as you pray for the sun. the gleem of mother's eyes will shine again. When the rain comes; i will fight while you dance, you will sing as i die. when they lay me down, don't cry for me. i'am of mother earth, i came from her, now i will return to her. When the rain comes; the son of the father, shall lay his hands, upon the youngs hearts, then will the journey begin. the mother's and father's shattered love, and scattered hearts, shall be found. When the rain comes; the walls painted in blood, shall be washed. the light of mother earth, shall guide them home. when all has been redeemed, the gates will open. they shall be greeted, and led to their place of rest. they are home, home in the kingdom, a place called heaven!