Raining down on the bereaved journey

First
I hear the rumbling of
the thunder, their
shrieks of pain....

Then
Slowly, it starts to
shower down
it's big tears....

Shivering
cold gusts of
wind, humbly
numbing our senses....

Trees
rain and wind
resonate, together
in synchrony....

Making
me stand open
as every drop, slides
off my skin, like blood....

It
lasts, it's time
dissolving sorrow
to every corner....
A.V