Tis a Dripping Day

 Tis a day that seems to be night,

So bleak the sky without the light,

One would say it isn’t bright,

But to me it is the most delight,

The one with the crystal clear tears,

Weeps for us the silent fears,

For why not weep instead of hear,

The painful thoughts it soon would smear,

This is why I smile so,

I don’t have to begin the day so slow,

I don’t have to cope with Cupid’s unsteady bow,

I only have to follow the flow,

And wash away the brutal sorrow.