God's Heavenly Tears

The brightly warm golden glow from the a flamed small ebony wick of a beige wax candle Flickers aimlessly as the base is undauntedly uplifted by its wood carved handle... As I try to steadily transport it across the darkened room, there is a sudden flurry Extinguishing my single source of light which caused my visual center to become blurry Panic-stricken, my weakened legs strode eastwardly back towards the knee-high mahogany end table Searching desperately for dry matches to reignite the flame in the tiny corner of the gable As God's heavenly tears boldly precipitated through foggy patches upon the bruised earth In complete stillness, I listened as the rains permeated through the decayed eaves of the hearth Upon instance of relighting the died-out flame, I slowly pivoted towards the exit of the dimly lit attic room This room holds a prosperous family epoch once surrounded by opulent possessions; and has since been overcome by gloom As I quickly inserted my splintered forefinger through the empty doorknob hole of the decomposed wooden closet door Many contented memories flood my mind of the photo albums and objects kept herein representing our family core When the squeaking rusted door hinges separated from the discolored crackled-plaster structure, I seized the chance To pass through the thickly- spun spider webs and multitude of dust particles that over-whelmed my initial glance After thoroughly examining the concealed musty remnants, my small veiny cold- blooded right hand forced the aged door shut Closing a minuscule portion of my family's past, leaving it to weather the storms ahead that will engulf our summer hut