a dirge following a conversation and a Saturday

The rain outside echoes the tears of my soul
Thunder strikes every painful inquiry
Like David I plead -
Why so downcast o’ my soul?

A child’s hand rhyme, awry:

Here lies the church (RIP)
A lament for steeple
Open the doors
Oppression of people

The same to be said
To those outside the walls

Here lies the hurt
The sick, the feeble
Open the doors
Misguided people

My rainy tear-fears
Have one more query
Will you hand over keys,
Open the doors?