I see her tears in the rain.
The water falls at the mercy of gravity.
The tears stream from her eyes at the mercy of her pain.
There is little I can do.
I have no choice but to embrace the weather.
I have chosen to be with this women.
I embrace her as she soaks my shirt.
“This storm will pass baby. Everything will be alright.”
What more can I say?
With even less to do I’m left to wait.
Wait for the sky to close.
Wait for the hurt to purge.
While I wait I lean on faith.
Only hope makes me feel the sun’s rays will burst through the gray clouds.
Hope is the only reason I believe I’ll see her smile again.