Slake The Earth

Pure April rain

replaced by

dead April heat.

Would it ever rain again?

Black earth cracking.

Scorched by the sun.

The rivers it drained

left us dying in the dust.

The world changes when it starts to rain.

Green radiates against the grey.

And we can find solace from the torch.

But it remained

Sol Invictus,

unconquered idol,

fire orb primordial.

Burning steadfast,

in harbouring skies.

Blistered vastlands

reeked of immolation.

The world changes when it starts to rain.

Green radiates against the grey.

And we can find solace from the torch.

Venite imbriferae ut terram alatis!

Venite nubes ut levamen donetis!

Pluvie, ubi es,

ibi, vita est.

The mist will rise,

in a haze, to the sky.

Iubar aureus extulerat Sol

flabat adhuc eurus...

Then came the rain

and it slaked the Earth.

Spewed across the land

and fed the rivers.

So poured the rain

as it slaked the Earth.

Rising from the ground

an ethereal fragrance.

Pluvie Optime, multas tibi gratias agimus.