I sit at my bedroom window listening to the raindrops hitting the solid earth.
It's funny how the weather seems to match my emotions.
The tears rolling freely onto the ground the same as the rain.
I stay silent as I wonder what could've made the clouds cry?
Why does the the sky turn grey and leak tears like myself?
Maybe we're the same we cry when we've taken in too much,
more than we can handle
And once we've let it all out
We get filled once again
Maybe the sky and I aren't that different
Maybe we're both broken.
Maybe I'm a cloud in the form of a human and collecting heartbreak and leaking rain from my eyes is what I'm meant to do
~Raadhiyah Jardine ~
