Sorrowful Rain

I wrote this one on a bus. It was raining and had been all weekend.

Lately, I have heard the low, sad song of the rain,

And seen it streak across the plain, blue pain;

The drops are all the tears,

Caused by a horrific many years.

I desperately try to ease its pain,

Constantly morphing the heavenly stain.

I can’t begin to imagine,

The many years it has suffered.

It really breaks my heart,

To see the rain so full of infinite sorrow.