Cleansing Rain

The dew-covered grass of an endless field
Like waves rolling from the placid breeze
The soft sounds of chimes caused to yield
All who walked through, filled with ease

On this day, I walked that field of peace
Feeling the air flow through my body
Those bells, I prayed they wouldn't cease
And sat down on the grass, free of all folly

I stared across the wide open plain
When I saw something black move
Up from the horizon without any shame
That blackness became more crude

Within that surge of dirt and drudge
I saw things that curdled and screamed
Things that caused me not to budge
Horrific sights that met me when I dreamed

Agony, turmoil, disease, despair
Prejudice, greed, pride, corruption
Their faces merged and gave an eerie glare
An enveloping, deadly, bleeding eruption

Then, I saw clouds form above my head
Becoming more dense and more full
Yet keeping the image of a soft white bed
Turning all sense of dread to null

Those clouds, those heavens, opened the gate
Dousing the plains with a heavy, majestic rain
Driving back the blackness, sealing its fate
Restoring peace the newly cleansed plain