If I were the rain

The looming clouds overhead, thickening
Ominous, growing in their advance
As the heavens rumble with the sound of thunder
Rolling as cracks of lightning split the sky

Were I the rain that joins the sky and ground
Never able to touch but always reaching out
Could I bind together the broken pieces
And heal the wounds which time has forgot

Were I the wind that blows but gets nowhere
Brushing past all things but never able to feel
Could I draw together the totality of man
Gathering their hearts that peace may reign

The storm's eye is growing, disconcerting
A sudden decent of calm all around
Stillness bearing down with a heavy hand
Silence reflecting every imperfection of my soul

By Pete Scopes