Descend

A cold rain descends.  Falls upon us all as we plod the mud.  Damp earth, earthen atmosphere - these wait amidst the middle.  In between charged heaven and fiery core - the earth will spring in time.  In time we too shall spring as flowers. . . as sheaves of grain.  To see the sun, to stretch upright in sunshine - for now a cold rain descends.  Its descending reign now actively diffused, dispersed into the shadows until there are no more.