Drip Drop was the sound of the sky’s tears as they hit they the cold dead ground, With every drop came a memory of you
Slowly, vivid images resurfaced
At once your face flooded my thoughts,
Your voice  painfully stopped my breathing
I came to relish your eyes and the parading flames behind them
The art you paint and the games you play,
You are so skillfully crafted, its
Beautiful
-EC