Rain of Tears


                                                                       
Breathes heavily.

Thinks strongly. 

The rain plops down hitting the windows.

You’re on the ground, hands on your face...And so are your tears.

The rain reminds you of the tears;

Your tears remind you of the rain. 

The sound of the quiet night is in your bedroom.....A breeze of cold.

You wipe your tears and get dressed to go to bed like it is your nighttime routine. 

You lie in bed, whining, crying; Listening to the rain: "Plop! Piling!" On your window. 

You yawn. 

You wipe your tears. 

Before trying to sleep, you look at your window.

"So many raindrops, so many tears, so many memories...." You say to yourself. 

You close your tired, sad eyes...Finally. 

Your last tear rolls down your cheek, down your neck, onto your ash-filled necklace…          

 

Molly McKenna

PA

16 years old