Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Tears From the Sky

Rolling clouds shield the once clear sky
Inch by inch they blanket and smother
In ceaseless grey for vast miles high

To brace myself in need of cover
Would mean I fear the rain
First drops that fall seem to pause and hover

Above me it stops, evidently insane
Time recovers and drops forever seep
Plop! Plop! Plop! They cry without wane

Drops mingle with the cold tears I weep
For such dreadful beauty is too great
In a puddle I fall to a shivering heap

The sky has not cried too much as of late
Now this unexpected drizzle steals my fate