I like it;
When it rains.
The sky cries,
It holds my hand.
Its eyes fall
Mascara runs,
Darkness spreads
Across the land
The wind blows;
Asking for,
A listening ear,
To tell its tale.
The leaves tremble,
Cowering down.
Taking cover
From the hail.
I’ll always have
Someone to talk to,
When the thunder roars
And the lightning stands.
I love it;
When it rains.
The sky cries,
It holds my hand.
