Cold

Rain drops

From blank 

Gray sullen skies

Falling earthbound

In staccato rhythm 

Over a cold damp room

The dripping resonates

In a soft symphony

The wind chants a choral hymn 

As leaves rustle about a cacophonous rhyme

Earth resounds in splashing harmonies

Spirits treading softly by

Two-by-two and in single file

Drifting upon the edge of fitful

Sleepless dreams

Haunting the dark recesses of the morning tide

Dancing

Rain spirits

Upon the rooftop

Rain spirits

Rushing, gushing

Splashing and dashing

To the lowest possible places

Heaven is crying

The earth is swelling

Nature weeps

Swept about

Like so much sand

Life awaits renewal

As the world is cleansed

Heaven Weeps

As Earth yields up

Its sacred sacrifices

Burnt offerings

Released from the bonds of earth

Thousands

Of Spirit Ghosts

Left to wander the earth

Soon to be released

From their corporeal tethers

One cannot guess all the ways

Between heaven and earth

Earth protests

And heaven answers

With

Spirits

Lost and found

In paper spirit boats

Adrift between

The Gods respond in ways

Arbitrary and contrary

As spirit-ghosts drift about aimlessly

Searching for a way back to homes and arms

For which there are no returns

Desperate calls

From far way and long, long ago

Bring back nothing but the muffled silence

In the pitter-patter of the rain