Anthony Hanible

The Pouring Rain

Falls fierce

Arcane  

A whispered ache

A silver vein

It carves the night  

With quiet might

A ghostly hymn

A blade of light

Each drop a rune

A cold monsoon

A trembling vow  

Beneath the moon

It floods the air  

With solemn prayer

A storm that strips  

The soul to bare

I stand undone

The past outrun

My shadows drowned

My sorrows spun

The pouring rain  

Remakes my pain

A dark refrain  

That feels like gain