imminent rain to cascade down		                 pushing down quietly
cleanse the rough edge of it all	              smooth out our feelings 
look into the clouds that obscure	                  see nothing of help
block your desperate view of heaven	                      often by choice
while you stand ready on hell.		knowing, preparing for things to come

anxious to consume the rage		        tearing you apart from within
filling your heart with dread		        squeezing the life out of you
the hate worse than the bile		 less pleasant as skin and flesh heal
to feel it all again			                          again again