In the rain

The first drop of tears fell

rolled down the rosy cheeks

packed to the brim with love

has what the heart has to say

 

I would say, a tear does talk

tales of joy, of sorrow and more

some get buried in the pink lips

some die down in the waiting palms

 

like the lonely drops of rain

pure and virgin, yet it falls

ripped apart by the waitng sand

only to be drenched and drowned

 

standing by the window, in the rain

inside its cozy and so very warm

my soul now outside in the rain, all drenched

not waiting, but watching the falling droplets