*

The rain fell,
still I waited,
amidst blizzards,
still I stood,
under blazing suns,
I laid myself out,
on the burning sands,
still I stared,
out into the distance,
across the hazy horizons,
over the burnt meadows,
the milky skies,
the charcoal moons,
further and further,
till my eyes blinded,
by those things,
commonly called tears,
just were about to give in,
when a voice came from within,
asking me, begging me,
to stand my ground.