Ending Rain...

The rain keeps falling down...

It keeps beating the ground with unending melody

It speaks of sadness and grief.

It never tells new tales...

It keeps repeating over and over.

It could be the melody of my life.

For humans also repeat the same actions,

gaining unsightly scars in the grim process.

This age is grim and the historians later will not have a word dark enough to tell the tale.

There will be no title for it.

Yet the rain keeps falling down,

It pleads to forces unknown that it never has to stop.

It desires to flush it all away.

An end would come for this era of torment,

The era of blood and destruction.

Era of death and cancer.

unending rain to flush it all away.

We've done our time, leaving nothing behind.

Then suddenly silence fell...

The rain had stopped.