When doth the rain fall? <br />Quenching parched soil, erasing death's decay. <br />What is this foul rubbage falling? <br />`Tis to rain as mud is to earth. <br />Let not no more falsehood utterings drop <br />From thine puckered, peeling lips. <br />Utter only sweet truths, <br />Send god, and his angels, <br />bring rapture, and healing, and love. <br />No, it could not be stopped. <br />Yes, it can be put right. <br />Cut the crimson cord, <br />Send forth your armored hounds, <br />when doth the rain fall? <br />You can make it now.<br /><br />Adam Zank<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-orleans-3/
