still the melancholy tears
     drip on winds unbound,
slick silver needles cascading
          in sheets, the puddles'
   rippling waters reflecting
        dark erratic heartbeats
   punctured with jagged pain
    of another home again found,
  then bombed, and was disarrayed,
      but the sluicing drops impenetrable
in the velvet blinds of my umbrella,
  housing only warm lonely mortal tears,
tears of a maddening human heart.