rain

the sky cries

the tears of your grief

sweeping rivers

pouring with no end

until the streets are flooding.

each hurt

loss

disappointment

adds another drop

to the incessant storm,

each worry

fear

anxiety

is another gust of wind

that blows your hair into your eyes

and flips your umbrella

upside down

maybe tomorrow

the sun will arrive

to draw the puddles off the ground

but then let them fall again

because the sky can only carry

your tears

for so long

before it must cry

its own.