When Raindrops Fall---For the People of Nice

When the Rain Falls--For Nice

Today the soft rain falls without end
the sadness of the world weeps inside its deluge.
The raindrops fall into the forget- me -nots
in a Paris Park the light from the moon 
catches its glow inside the grieving tears.
a patch of snow white lily of the valley
stand by them like a hoard of Angels
waiting to carry souls to heaven.
For lost countrymen have fallen
in the wake of madmens anger.
The men, women and children of a joyful day
died in the path of uncaring hatred.
Today the rain must fall without end
as the tears of Angels grieve in sorrow
But Tomorrow is a new day
The sun will shine the spirits of the just
will rise and stand erect.
For the city of lights and love will recover 
and find its heartbeat once more.
And young lovers will kiss
in the shadows of it tower again.
And the defiance to those
who hide like rats in a sewer
will triple  in its resolve

AUTHORS NOTE

May peace find all who have been touched by this tradedyand may the Anger of Gods fall upon its perpotrators.