Jubilant Potluck by Grundy

Even The Rain

Bollywood prompt - ghazal poetry; prompt given during Jubilee instadrabbling was:

1. After the bones—those flowers—this was found in the urn:
   The lost river, ashes from the ghat, even the rain.

What was I to prophesy if not the end of the world?
A salt pillar for the lonely lot, even the rain.

How the air raged, desperate, streaming the earth with flames—
To help burn down my house, Fire sought even the rain.

He would raze the mountains, he would level the waves;
he would, to smooth his epic plot, even the rain.

New York belongs at daybreak to only me, just me—
To make this claim Memory’s brought even the rain.

From “Even the Rain”, by Agha Shahid Ali 

It has rained incessantly in Imladris since it lost its lady.

At first it might have been simply a spell of normal weather. But as it dragged on, Glorfindel and Erestor began to wonder.

After the third week, they sent an urgent messenger to Galadriel.

It didn’t matter what excuse Elrond made, let him make it to her. This was no natural rain.

This was grief given form. If it stopped soon, it might be written off as a blessing, the water revitalizing the land after a long, bitter winter. But without moderation, it would destroy more than it mended.