Rain

The drops cascade downwards from the sky,
Flowing off the blackened clouds up so high,
Hurtling towards the earth below,
Melting, becoming water from snow.

I look up squinting towards the gloom,
The darkly dyed cotton that came in so soon,
Thanking the heavens for the gift of rain,
The heat finally conquered and the thirst slain.

The atmospheric curtains start to open,
The bright blue hues return, when did it ever happen?
Red to indigo painted all across the blue,
That it rained, it being the only clue.

This was your daily F.U.C.K. for the 30th of July,
I ran out of ideas so I looked up to the sky,
I saw the gift of hydration so I sat down to write,
Just remember at the end of darkness there is always light.