Reflections of Sorrow

Rain

Clear, translucent

Holding multiple Reflections

One drop hits my face and I flinch

With the abrupt coldness of its being, I

feel the clear gem and see the clouds as the wet

Rain continues to drop and hit my face as light as

a feather, but with the coldness of the bitter tundra, the

Rain causes me to cry gems of silver. The clouds will

Cry faster and faster until I am drenched in Sorrow

Everything will be gone. Only Reflections

Will exist within and

The Rain