Tears

There is a man standing in the rain in a cemetery in front of his deceased wife's gravesite. He appears to be crying. Her death occurred years ago and left him with everlasting grief. He is resigned to this fact so everything he sees and hears casts him further into this state of mind. This day is no different than all the previous times, except this time, the rain, a bird and a sound of bells contribute to his continued descent. The rain concealed the tears he shed today. He cried this way so many times before but always alone. No rain can wash away his anguish, anxiety... nevermore! A tiny feathered harbinger alight her stone and cocked its head. A drop of rain upon its beak that seemed to weep in sight of him, a tear; then takes to flight again. A distant tintinnabulation from a church’s belfry pealed so mournfully. He muses: fleeting wings of death had come and taken from me so prematurely my lover, leaving only heavens tears to drench my heart with sadness all these years.