Rain Today

There is rain outside my window from the firmament to the ground; it keeps the sun and warmth and glow with all the conclave, and no sound. It makes me very sad to say, that as my aching thoughts go round - my grief is an ebullient fray with all the conclave, and no sound. The rain, continuing its run has kept the dark eclectic bound, and taken the bright copper sun with all the conclave, and no sound. A kyrielle poem.