“I am the outpour with the bright
sparkle in the heaven’s gaze.

The tear drop that accompanies

the wailing of Thor.
The precursor to the outflow of

life and existence.

I am he whose arrival softens the

palates of earth,

And the very dread of the children

of fear.

I am the mystery behind every
Brook, the attraction in the falls.
The endless thought of the

flowing river,

The drop that makes the ocean.

I am the emptiness in the blues,
and the joy of the eagles.

I am he whose appearance frightens
the Masters of cloud,
The suspension of navigation.

One whose essence rewrites time.

I am he whose lip will never shut
regardless of who.

I am R-A-I-N! my silence is
Hades upon existence;

The beginning of starvation.”

Hagios A. Akins