like raindrops when the storm passed with no rainbows, but still gray skies let make the path on window panes let live a trace, but leave no face on silent deaths becoming clear of the dark paths made from tears
feel the cold embrace of this cage of the thousand cries unheard and a hundred wounds still fresh with every path on window panes that lead to the cold hard ground, with a crash that leads to a loss but gives life to dear earth
weΒ Β are dancers of a feast of stories of life and death and our momentary clouds like the paths we madeΒ Β that meets the ground after the rain has passed
For all who loves the rain, and the freedom that it brings to a burdened soul