Rain again. I can feel it will be relentless. Soaking, saturating rain.
Unsurceasing overflowing clouds I wish I could speak with them.
Whisper to their weathery forms ask them to hold off, take flight to her.
The girl who loves the rain.
Inspired by the words, rather than the sentiment of William Blake’s “And did those feet in ancient times (Jerusalem)”. I’m not a gratuitous warmonger. Honest.
When Orion climbs his shout doth orders mete; Bring me my sword and scabbard! In battle my enemy they shall meet and in victory be sheathed.
When Orion shines his shout doth orders mete; Bring me my bow and quiver! In battle I shall nock and loose their ranks will thin and wither.
When Orion rises his shout doth orders mete; Bring me my club to swing! In battle be swathed amidst my foe will havoc wreak and terror sow.