Storm

On the field of battle,

It starts to rain.

Yet the Green assault,

Is still maintained.

...

Artillery fires,

And bullets fly.

As the heavens,

Simply cry.

...

Firestorm,

Puts in the hours.

As Green and Tan,

Fight in rain-shower.

...

Both armies,

Give it their all.

As rain and death,

Continue to fall.

...

It soaks them,

To their plastic skin.

Leaving them,

In the hell they're in.