The Sky is Uncertain of Rain

The sky is uncertain of rain as it pours
On sand, on the canopy, on shores
I cannot speak for all the skies
But I trust mine never lies
He is different than all of his kin
Prudence with inexperience is his sin
He gathers all strength and compassion
I see he needs them in remission
I see his face change countenance
As rain flees, he denies admittance
But there is a dislike within
He warns nature here in
But they understand not how
They are not to love rain now
When all bliss is brought
When refuge is sought
They know not why rain in all glee
Can dismiss the sky’s prudent decree
And through all our tries in his ways
He defies rain, and away he sways
Too perplexed, an evening of rain
I asked my sky why it gives him pain
To witness the heaven pour down
And find frosty wind in his surround
Hesitant, he replies to me
What we all can’t see
Is as much as love rain brings
There is a certain charm of strings
When all go stray and sin relives
All this power that rain gives
He says he denounces this bliss
For it is his humble wish
All order be restored in his reign
And we may lose not our gain
Gone lost and baffled in rebellion
That rain might bring on its stallion
I assure him of our virtue
Nature understands it’s due
We are not to be lost to a little freedom
Rain might only be an escape from boredom
We remained in battle gentle for some time
One blames rain, one sings it’s rhyme
But however at length I knew not
What I eventually thought
Is rain truly a sinful betrayal
Or the truth of love’s avowal?
I let go of this hefty fight
And returned myself to the sight
Of the deluge of rain that renders
As Nature playfully surrenders
And as the sky though unfelt in his views
Remains compassionate enough to the dew