The rain falls heavily
From depressed clouds
Of dark and mournful greys,
The torrent of water,
The sky's composure slipped away.

Needling drops ***** my skin
And crowns my saddened soul,
Sodden and embraced by cold.

My mind wanders far
Above these burdened clouds,
And their tears run down my face
Concealing my own
And washing silent pain away.

Now I and the rain
Have come together
In mournful harmony.