A night rain <br />drenches the land <br />Its clouds <br />linger in the West <br />and travel East <br />When droplets fall <br />flowers of hopelessness grow <br />Cover yourselves <br />fellow man <br />let the showers of death <br />not land on your head.<br /><br />greg richardson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cover-your-heads/
