In the dark,
The sky wept for five days in a row
to leave a mark.
A mark of its melancholy and sorrow,
on this scorched earth, and there was no single soul
to witness its misery, So I
Walked and I walked.
On my skin,
I felt the first drop of the rain
pouring down in the silence.
I think I was a little bit distracted at that moment,
lost in the noiseless tranquility and ecstasy.
And when my sentience returned, I witnessed
the colorless, odorless rain turn into the color of human blood-
A warm, burning crimson red.
Maybe its intention was to give new life to the dead.
Then looking down at me from far above,
The weeping sky asked:
“How do you sate the thirst,
of your unending bloodlust?”
I did not know the answer, and thus
I asked the sky, “Why do you cry?
And watch our innocence die?
Have you nothing better to give the universe?”
Then I took shelter from the rain and shut all the windows
in hatred and disgust.
We walked our separate path.