The rain was never so deafening. It always has been a melody to my ears. Its soothing cadence adorning the downpour. As every drop hits a note as all fall and sing a song.
     But that afternoon was different. Each raindrop touched earth like a fallen angel, crashing.  Plunging just too hard it brought no anthem but virulent clangor.
     To my dismay, there was not a song anymore, but screams of grief.
     Just too violent, it fell. Carving through land like how you carved the memory of you on me. And splashed into bits and gone like it was never there. But the remains of the earth never lie. Like the dark smears below my eyes.

    The land, my love, eroded,
    the rain left.
    My heart, my love, broken,
    Then you left.