Rain Cloud

hear ye oh looming rain cloud,

to the melancholy drops which u shed

floating over top, raining on my head

drowning me so, with your sad-laden rain

permeating down, through my skin to my brain

can't u go away, from whence you were born

to recompense my misery and feelings of forlorn

I thought I had nulled ye through panacea

but now the throes I morbidly see-a,

specious white dot, to which i do traverse

but the farther i pursue, the more you do perverse

my trek and my way, turning the light into grey

indeed when it does rains, yes it does pour,

concealing all my insight and shrouding what i adore

listing me side like, confusing my straight ahead

bumbling my steps, brimming with bramble and clutter

till i shamble down head first, straight into the gutter

i pick myself up, though i yearn to stay down

as i clear off the sludge and the blood from my crown

i lumber on towards, forward, crawling on all fours

hoping that the lighthouse shall lead me to shore

away from the grievement, abuse, and the rock

wiping tears, rain, and blood, with the cusp of my smock

"HARK! tis but a hovel" feeling apt to stay the night

and to hope this looming rain cloud soon will subside.