Funereal Processional

It was raining.

The sun was shining, but 

It was raining. The sun was

Shining, but it was raining and

The sky had flooded.

We drove in piles through

Sunny, flooded skies toward

Rocky plains of dry heat and

Suffocating rain. 

I watched pastors pour rain in

Glass jars. They floated through

Dry oceans of flooded skies

Towards the sun.

I spilt my jar.

The glass cracked, and shards of

Glass floated through flooded

Skies towards dry suns and

Tired prayers.

We let our hearts feed the rain.

Some didn't survive, and some

Let their spirits collapse under

The pressure of dry oceans of 

Scarlet, flooded skies

and Hope.

Reviews

[Jane Dougherty]

The sunny skies full of rain is a good image to associate with funerals. You end on hope. I envy you. These affairs leave me with a profound feeling of termination.

[Meek McGee]

Thank you for reading. I always try to leave a situation in a hopeful manner, though that doesn't mean I necessarily always do.