It Rained Blood Poem by Isabella Francis

It rained for forty days, the rain of blood
The rain poured and poured turning into a flood.

The ground turned crimson, water became red
Leaves turned black, trees went dead.

Visibility was zero blinding me was a red mist
Life is now at a total standstill after a speeding drift.

I stood on the banks of the river swirling and flowing blood
Trying to cry my eyes out on the bloodied damp mud.

My eyes had gone dry after crying for love
Now they wielded no tears for the one who deserved.

I looked at the other side staring at her, stark white in pouring red
As little pearls tumbled out of her eyes towards the riverbed.

Drawn by her compelling glance, I looked her in the eyes
Seeing tears in them was a deadly yet unexpected surprise.

Not wanting to see her cry yet to be by her side
I looked at her-speechless-as my broken heart cried.

Cursing myself for not crying for the one who deserved
In a surprise smile her lips suddenly curved.

Tears in her eyes, tears on her cheek
Smiling like a rainbow while the clouds weep.

Struggling to bridge the physical gap between us
I searched for a bridge to be with her.

Unable to bridge the gap I stand there helpless
She herself swam to me through the red mess.

We stood staring at each other, no words escaped our lips
She held me gently with her fingertips.

Her watery eyes looked into my desert
Blank, dry, my face, my throat with thirst.

She read my feelings and felt every grain of sand
The one and only person to understand me in this whole land.

As she read my feelings, pearls tumbled out
Both of us, soaked in red, stood facing each other.

She bowed her head low and dropped a pearl on my palm
She grew dead still as the calm after a storm.

I, shaken, woke up from my helpless coma
Slowly lifted her face, only to see myself in its depths.

The rain still poured but now it was mute
All I could see was her and her tears absolute.

My eyes, dry. Still found no way to express my pain
I fervently wished that I'd never let her cry again.

We both needed love, we both needed solace
We both were broken, tired and a ruined case.

The moment was perfect yet far from perfection
In this blood soaked land we were in a depression.

Yet, there we stood drowning in each other
We both like each others daughters and each others mothers.

I wish I could've cried on your shoulder
My tears could've well dissolved my bother.

As time turned to the time to leave
You had cried and I had seen: had to be believed.

I promised you that I would not cry
But you know, I can't cry even if I try.

With my unflown tears pours now the pure rain
Washing away the blood of memories and their stains.

My only comfort, you are with me as the flowers fade red
Both of us are now bonded with chains, not thread.

I'd promised you that I wouldn't cry
But I've flouted your promise because my cries are dry.