Tears drip from a dark, weary cloud
Soaking the world in a wet darkness
Dampening the spirits of the grass and the trees
So even the sun has it’s head bowed.
As the water falls below
It depresses the people
Who all long to get back into their beds
As every drowsy drop beats against their heads.
I’m so tired
Of being dictated by the weather.
A sleepy town rolls with the thunder
Barely blinking from the lightning’s flashlight.
“Are you awake?” She’ll ask.
“No,” and she’ll leave you back to crawl under.
Thus the dreary day drudges on
Showering everyone with sand
Thinking ‘Work with rain should be banned’
And no one bothers to ask
Why the sky is crying.