The clouds seemed weary, black and full,
Just needed a tug for a shower drain,
My orbs contrasting the curve of my lips,
From weeping now, I couldn't refrain.
And then I called the mighty rain god,
With all the despair i had and held,
And he poured down with pure affection,
For my tears to simply merge and meld,
With the many uncolored raindrops,
Hiding my sorrows like an art,
Though a smile painted on my face,
Only they knew the secrets of my heart.
~Esha