‘Twas the Start of Rain:

The skies engulfed in the darkness lay—
Overpowered is the blaze of sun—
Leaving the remnants of a day
Cold, dark, dead, and done.

Then falls to earth darkness,
Striking the land with arrows.
No light can pierce the darkness,
No hope can quench their woes.

Then a blaze—and trumpets sound!—
The darkness turns to tears.
Then to earth falls not death confound,
But light through all man's fears.
No longer in shroud to be bound,
Sing the trumpets to our ears.

‘Twas the start of rain.

(If you may spare a thought or two)