The Rain Came Down in Crowds

an angel is a witness...

 

The angel walked without sound,

and he wore a cloak,

foot pressed to the ground,

his hair soaked,

he narrowed his eyes,

peered upward toward the holy skies,

a light had appeared,

at irregular intervals it disappeared,

then a shadow paused a moment,

then walked passed only to reappear,

the angel smiled,

and could not allow himself to rest,

although he did his best,

he did not allow his eyes

to close completely as he caught a flash

of silver lightning through the pale clouds,

the thunder followed and it was loud,

and the rain came down in crowds,

the holy water came fast,

as it darkened the night,

and the moon’s light would not last.

Reviews

[.]

a moving and deeply descriptive poem..I could visualize your words and they were profound

[cfix]

This is so profound and so well written.
Love the amazing rhyme scheme and flow.
Nicely done!

[Ruth]

There is something that pulls the heart from this piece! The ethereal prescence amongst such beauty of downfall, stunning!
xx

[An owl on the moon]

This is such a vibrant write, gripping and profound. You provoke those shadowed thoughts that seem to set a midnight scene in motion. Beautifully voiced.

[MiidniightSoul]

Such a beautifully written poem. It's unique and very creative. A vivid imagery. Brilliant.

[Im His Daughter]

would make a good story if it was continued.. great job