the sky is crying again
it sobs in its grey and dreary way
water drips like a leaky faucet
the air thick and wet
windows foggy
droplets slide down glass
water gathers in puddles
and a certain scent hangs heavy
it's comforting
the sky's tears are peaceful
they hit my head and drip down my arms
the feeling is familiar
a chance to be touched
not by human hands but by the sky
by something that is seen everyday without fail
but that is taken for granted
the sky has bad days too
the sky can scream and wail
days like this are my favorite
they bring a certain tranquility
they make me feel a little less alone
