The Darkened Sky Stole My Tears

The darkened sky stole my tears last night, Without a whisper, without a fight. It opened wide with clouds of gray, And swept my sorrow clean away. Each drop it took, a silent plea, That once had lived inside of me— A longing born of wordless ache, Of promises the dawn can’t make. I stood beneath that stormy shroud, No longer needing to cry aloud. The thunder spoke what I could not, And grief dissolved in every blot. A sky so dark it matched my soul, But rain began to make me whole. For in its fall, I found release— A fleeting taste of quiet peace. Now when the heavens start to moan, I know I do not weep alone. The night may come with storm and fears— But still, the sky remembers tears.