Tears of Rain

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; " Edna St, Vincent Millay rain falls hard ground is soft black mud appears swollen rivers flood tears cry nonstop from sky trees are engulfed by pure rage weeping willow weeps for life line roots struggle for strength to hold onto stormy clouds pushed away by mighty sun May 20, 2020