I watched the rain
Roll down from the sky.

There was no money
And nothing to buy.

I saw the streams in the streets.
Ponder a moment and then fall into the gutter.

The grayish clouds broke just for a moment;
To tease the sun...Man wandered away to reach

The spirit wind broke across
The plane to catch
My mind; it felt so kind.

The empty streams of Gas flowing from the engines
Of jets mocked the world of tears…
In the land of fear.

My mind interred the gates
In some small fashion…
I felt the ways of creation.

The world of no tears,
Where life is lord,
And life is death.

I caught my breath and stared a little,
Just to catch a glance of the riddle.

The spirit wind then gave me its release,
And questions to ask of men decreased.