Rain

How could rolling tears of despair be consoled? How could the tone of pited beats be assured? Just how could this throbbing head of burdens be loosened? When will the fading smiles of that hung potrait be cleared? How will my invisible sorrows beneath a grin be visible? When will the lights of joyous and peaceful darkness scream in our yard? There is always that uncertain rain, flooding us back mourning into vicious pain.