The Rain

Celebrating the Rain

Turning to the sky,
I welcome the rain
It runs down my cheeks
It drives the sun away
I celebrate the thunder
I revel in the lightning
I frolick beneath grey skies
While others run like horses
Across the tortured ground
Of a desolate moor
Will it strike me?
If I have the audacity
To curse God and his monopoly
Of the sky, of the heavens
For I am Satan, you see
And I live in a walled city