Rain Crow

At times she wondered how it all would end

even after she must have known it was ended.

Sometimes when the wind blew, bringing rain again,

she cast her dreams aside and flew herself away.

Some say she lived alone against the dark side of the mountain; 

some say her madness came from what she knew of flying.

But she always cried before the rain began,

from the darkness and the broken heart and the fever of dying. 

I heard the rain crow just before a cold rain swept

down from shadows and across the cold gray morning.

A chill was in the air and the rain crow’s song sailed,

lost and lonely and full of old dreams, like a bird’s wings

touched by mist and magic and dark dreams folding.

Some say she kept her secrets, alone across the forest unforgiving.

Some say she calls the rain, she calls the rain, 

from her own soul to cool the madness and the fever of living.

-Ramey Channell