Rain over troubled sands

The sand of unlife churns beneath my feet,
The world has been scorched with nuclear heat.

No more are the days where life can be found,
Not even the dead dreams from my sanity will come around.

I eat the ash and drink the sludge,
My stubborn spirit will not budge.

Rain pours, even the heavens themselves are wrought with anguish,
Bringing to earth, its final consolation.

Gentle rain, gracing my face and filling my cracks,
I want to feel your mercy running down my cheeks one last time.

When your drops sing on the surface of this earth,
I am in harmony with all that is left in this place of my birth.

The dirt on my wretched body, washed away.
The blood on my face, hurried away.
The chasm in my soul, now a river that lets me stay.

Your winds bring droplets of hope everywhere,
The rain of mercy that heals my burned world.

The corpse of the last owl decomposes into the soil,
May my remains and your rain, bring about new life for all.