When The Rain Pelts Down... Poem by DM W

When the rain pelts down
fallen angels go to ground.
No return for them.
They are barred by Heaven's gates.
So they scheme elsewhere
in their vain and vengeful ways.
Clenched fists and closed hearts
pervade modern existence.
It's hard to remain sane
in a world that has gotten
out of hand. Lies seem
to become facts in an eye's
twinkling. Time- honoured
centres of Truth are missing.
When the rain pelts down,
fallen angels go to ground.