The sky drips
Iridescent tears. Water flows
Onto a bucket like a drum, a heart beating.
It cries harder
Upon the earth leaving trails; we run from it and take cover.
We look up at the sky
From underneath our umbrellas.
A steady drum, it drips in musical beats,
And falls in sheets.
We look out from our homes through thick glass windows
We look out with dry eyes
(I was going to type this yesterday , but work got in the way )
Its raining outside! I have been waiting for it to rain all week !!!