April Challenge - day 26

Water

The view from an office window, on a miserable, grey, stormy day... 'nuff said...


My Sneaking Tears by Mark Slaughter
How heavy fell the rain that day
From burdened clouds of mournful grey.
The torrent forced them stay their height -
Composure swayed by onerous might.

My skin wrung wet with icy chill
As mud embraced that sodden hill.
But mind of mine had elsewhere gone -
'Twas clouds abandoned I was on.

The driving drops advanced their gears
To camouflage my sneaking tears -
Whence now did swell such floods of pain
To see me melt into this rain...

On equal bearing now were we:
This rain; myself, in harmony.