Weeping Skies

Pitter
Patter
Splitter
Splatter.
Teardrops
on tiles
and on
tarmac.
The sky
will weep
itself
empty.
Till grey
becomes 
soft blue
And dark
becomes
sunny.
Till cold
becomes
so warm,
tucked up
in a
blanket,
safe and
secure.
Tear stains
Tears stain
the glass
window.
Pitter
Patter
Splitter
Splatter
Watching
The rain
Fall down.


The End

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