Wolf's Rain

I challenged my wife to a poem contest using Wolf's Rain as the title. This was mine.

Wolf's Rain

The clouds gather with despair
Determined to wash away the grime
Of the atrocity committed
Against an animal in its prime

Rain falls down like weeping tears
It lands softly upon the fur
Rivulets caress along the muzzle
Hoping the wolf will make a stir

Eyes still closed the head raises
Towards the gentleness of the rain
The wolf struggles and tries to stand
Falling down it succumbs to the pain

Tendrils of water mingle with blood
Where the cold steel teeth are locked
Around the wolf’s now broken leg
Its days of freedom forever mocked

The rain probes around the stake
Wishing it had the strength
To pull the steel out from the ground
And free the wolf from cruel constraints

The wolf lifts its head one last time
And with its final breath
Howls thanks to the warm rain
For the comfort before its death