The Rain Will Come Poem by Barry Middleton

a storm is drifting in
I will not venture out today
it is as if the shadow of death
has cast it's pall across the sun
at noon the sky grows darker

and I know what it means
the gods have sent a harbinger
to torture me with reality
I know they hold the cards
they hold the lightning bolts

the storm says death is coming
although my walls are strong
they cannot keep the darkness out
the rains are coming soon
to wash away the ash of yesterday