I stare at the pale sky;
The wind is colder without the sun,
And the surroundings grow dark.
It feels as though nothing will pique my interest,
But then, tears fall from the clouds.
The scent feels like a journey to the past,
Where memories echo louder
And horrors are hushed.
It depends on the strength of those tears;
Sometimes harsh,
Sometimes mellow.
They remind me that my emotions
Are merely what nature says
That it is all natural.
I was quiet, but not silent, admiring the rain.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 4:29 AM UTC
I stare at the pale sky;
The wind is colder without the sun,
And the surroundings grow dark.
It feels as though nothing will pique my interest,
But then, tears fall from the clouds.
The scent feels like a journey to the past,
Where memories echo louder
And horrors are hushed.
It depends on the strength of those tears;
Sometimes harsh,
Sometimes mellow.
They remind me that my emotions
Are merely what nature says
That it is all natural.
I was quiet, but not silent, admiring the rain.
