Mizu Poem by Michael Matsuda

rain.
The God's cry their awful cry and the sadness falls to the Earth.
Such gray skies gives a sign that the God's are not happy.
They blow their breaths and create the trade winds.
Such a frightful sight to see.
Rain.
Tears blow so fierce in the wind.
Like liquid horizontal daggers piercing chills into my numbing skin.
Such a sad sight makes even the happiest melancholy at times
With these tears, the Earth replenishes.
RAIN
Is such a cycle of sadness necessary?
Like life, are we doomed to feel these gloomy feelings?
With the parting of the clouds, sunshine appears
Then the awful clouds are left to store the sadness once again.