Funeral of a rose

A poem about unexpected but much needed rain.

Just a flat day
On a flat earth
Pains, plights piling
Broken hearts scattered
Dark contempts smiling
Nothing that mattered
Holding my pietist at bay
With my sloth did I play
And kept cursing that flat day

Bleak moroseness rose
And black winds scoured
Sour, sulking skies
(And) the Earth stripped coward
No sedate catharsis, nor sighs
Vehement tears, heavenly powered
Sluicing down parched li'l toes
The rain of purgation for those
passing by, one lonely dead rose