Thundering of Rain

She lay barren once again,

her tears now dried.

Her once thick, luscious hair,

now limped and strung,

just barely hanging by a thread.

Where before, he had spent

days exploring her contours,

he now left wounds and bruises.

She wakened her rage,

no longer would she suffer in silence.

He swore he would change,

he would make a difference

But she knew they had been down this very road 

one too many times.

So, for one last time, 

her power evoked,

she let the salty water run,

drowning the world in her tears.