Light This City

[Based on Ray Bradbury's short story, "The Long Rain" from the book "The Illustrated Man":]
This planet is a single sea*
And we have crashed into its solitary island.
The shores roll like boiling sand against the waves.
Rain comes down in constant sheets,
And the only source of hope or relief
Is an oasis that mimics the sun.
I must find shelter, for I am in danger...
A few more hours of this, and I will drown where I stand.
Drops of lead drill holes through my skull,
Hack away at my flesh, bleach the color from my skin.
They worm cold trails through my hair,
Down my neck and spine.
Just praying for my body to go numb.
While some desert prisoners would challenge the sun and pray for rain,
I can't even lift my face to curse the bursting sky.
Millions of pelting, precious jewels are slowly driving me insane.
And I would kill a man just to feel the flames of Hell lick me dry.