Painted In Rain - Smiles

Stirring in its skyward station a storm bows its heavy head. How lowly it hangs its grey eyes. calm and cool it comes combing over lives. Thought, torn free in torrents of flashing light. Forced a voice booms, bringing blustery breath as it moans. In its passive might, it reaches my door. Out in this obstacle overhead, I soon collapse. Confronting this conundrum of emotion - a smile emerges, enchanted. Here, below hardship, beguiled to hurt, pretend oh how I pretend. Painted smile, purchased guise reflecting rapture despite the roar within. A walk, wet tresses, in the weeping water. Falling free from fountains of sky. No one knows as I stride with smile, rain streams among tears. For there are fools that feel that they are wise. And gowned in gaudy grin, I lie through sadness. Walking in this storm, rain hides the tears I cry.