Today's form is a Ghazal, an odd numbered poem using couplets and a repeating word. Each couplet is it's own poem, yet together makes a whole poem. Greater than the sum of it's parts? Hmmmm...
I played a little with words and Rain/Reign. I hope you enjoy, Dear Readers.
When at Last to Reign
The skies at last open and rain,
I know that my time is at an end to reign.
The brightest blue sapphire skies,
have long since departed to the rain.
Cold steel grey papers the heavens,
where the gods have to reign.
Yet the clouds now have overthrown,
seated upon the throne to reign.
A hierarchy they have built this day,
when patiently they begin to rain.
A sign that summer at last has come to an end,
when the gods have given into the rain.
