Unanswered Calls

Rain falls heavy, as if the sky bleeds,

I stand beneath light, where promise misleads.

Puddles form whispers, reflecting the gray,

a universe silent, in harsh disarray.

My clothes cling to skin, heavy with doubt,

each droplet a question, a heart-pulling shout.

Where are you, God, in this deluge of pain?

Your absence rings louder than thunder or rain.

I cast my frustrations to the night’s open arms,

but find only shadows, with their muted charms.

These flickering lamplights mock prayers from me,

in the storm’s ruthless laughter, I question the free.