when it rained the other day,
i couldn't help but feel as though
the sky was weeping for us.
the droplets first fell sporadically,
perhaps confused as to why they had been purposed to bring an end to a perfect sunny day.
the calm blue sky was soon replaced by a gloomy blue,
one that could not be seen, instead felt.
the colour that now conquered the sky was grey-
dull, bleak, grey.
the droplets began to evolve hastily.
angry, resentful liquid bullets shot down to the soft unsuspecting earth.
the kind of rain that renders even the sturdiest umbrella useless;
the only thing that can save you from this is hard, solid shelter.
in its final stage, the rain fell in consistent mournful tears.
it wept for the heads that it would never again unexpectedly soak,
in a sudden flash shower of happy droplets.
the rain mourns for the feet that would never again splash through their reflective pools leftover from a misty day.
the rain, the earth and it's people are in mourning.
but no rainy day lasts an eternity.
although this one lasted far longer with treacherous results.
the sun will shine again,
even though it will miss you too.
