God of Rain 

We the crazed spirits in flight. 

Scared Banshees screaming through the aftermath. 

The man made fire burned the mountain forest.

A million trees, a billion branches.

Swallows taken to flight from the flames of fiery hell. 

Wailing animals seared into the dried tears of soil.  

Mad souls we floated between life and death. The smoke and haze filled our eyes. The charcoal trees felled. The mountain streams drowned in ashes. 

Don't you know what we're thinking? Us crazy banshees. 

Taking a vengeful shelter from these human forms. 

Electric company sparks burned this family earth. 

We fly high, scream to our God of Rain. 

Replenish the soil with your showers and hail. 

Replenish the the human form. 

We fly in screaming judgement. 

Our spirit instincts breathe the smokey haze of these man made flames.