Why not?
Rain is gloomy when,
It watches that one grey Umbrella
Walking down the street
All alone
His transient feet
Sinking into it's core
With each step
It comes closer,
To accompany him,
To make his tears Disappear
Somewhere in it's droplets
Alas!
All it's capable of doing,
Is drenching him even more
Drowning him
Into it's waters
Deeper, deeper and deeper...
Oh what a misery!
Of the fulfilled unfulfillment.

It's fascinating how words can turn deep, intricate stuff into everybody's cup of tea and at the same time, beautifully elaborate a weary person's monotonous life into a philosopher's philosophy.

Behind those bright eyes,
Rests a brimming ocean of dejection
I wish you'd let it flow sometimes

With every breath of yours,
Rages a storm pushing it's limits
I wish you'd set it free sometimes

In between those coated words,
Escapes a dry shriek seeking rain
I wish you'd let me hear sometimes

Can't let go
Of this serene beauty
I hear the wind whisper
In my ears
It carries a message
A message,
Of the night sky
calling for me
The stars twinkle,
passing a signal
My heart syncs
with the Intense harmony
sung by the cricket
Nature summons my soul
As if its incomplete
without me...
And I sit
staring deep into the void,
Spellbound.

Tiny needles
of raindrops
Pierce through
my withered palm
Mending open wounds
These chirps
wing their way
Swaying young leaves
With spilling wind,
Caressing my ashen face
Descending down
illusory tear strains
The heart
that once,
was silenced
with bareness
Now syncs with
Thunderclaps...

Your dark said seeks attention
not content with hiding in shadows
It will soon emerge