Rain breathes as the sky cries.
It breathes secrets of sadness, sorrow and solitude
too often concealed by the burning brilliance
of the blazing sun on cloudless days.
Perfect tears bathe the soil,
providing strength and vitality to the parched earth.
Trees shiver under forlorn teardrops,
whilst unfortunate souls take refuge
from the tearful travellers of the sky.
Whispers are wasted on silent gusts of wind,
faceless foes snatching them until they vaporise
under the wicked spell of the sun’s villainous rays.
Rain breathes as the sky cries
and perfect tears fall in a silence charged with secrets.
~storytelling nomad~
