Real Raindrops

Every person can see it is raining, yet only I know why. It's because my mother can see us now and the rain is the tears she must cry. What a disappointment all of us survivors must now be. I know at least a dozen of those tears are reserved just for me. I've lost all will to do well without her to look at me with pride. From her heavenly stance she sees all leaving my mistakes no where to hide. Her husband has given up, relinquished all they worked so hard to maintain. I know she wants him to pull together do well despite his pain. My sister is now reckless traveling downward with an influential pack. My mother must be wondering how so much common sense she does lack. So while others are seeing merely raindrops falling down today. I can tell where they are coming from, know exactly what they say. And each teardrop of rain holds merit has every reason to be. For the woman who worked so hard to hold us close now can finally see. Without her we are all failures giving no heed to her time spent. All her teachings and life work left with her when she went.