Rainfall Ringmaster

I was bored at work today and, to be honest, avoiding the things I need to do. Sooo much to do. I find myself moved by lyrics so often. Though I love most forms of music certain genres move me more then most. Even though it has nothing to do with the poem I was moved to write from listening to a few albums of Delerium. Many beautiful songs.

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We come from every direction;
gathering to the show.
A calling of the winds;
a longing of the soul.

Ready the lights;
open your eyes.
Seated in a cacophony;
ears burn with hope.

No show is made;
for all to marvel.
No music roars;
to sway the crowd.

The ringmaster smiles;
a look of joy firmly planted.
Rainfall is His show;
water falling under canopy.

The crowd once startled;
now bursting with excitement.
This cleansing rain;
has washed death away.

The ringmaster nods;
the rainfall quiets.
It is time to live;
as never before.