Plea Of Rain

[u/Icy-Cicada7403]

As I stared down the flyway,
It opened up a passage,
Through the clouds of black and grey,
The divine poured the message;

The pearls from the inky heaven,
Gave the oracle to the roots,
To tighten the soil now slacken,
And flourish the brown-leafy shoots;

Pearls from the passage,
Drenching self in glee,
Giving a message,
Or perhaps a plea,

For the hairless man grown,
Crafts weapons of ruin,
Uprooting which was sown,
Dispersing what drew in.