A Pool of Tears
By Steven Mather
A rolling, growling, rumbling sound,
permeates throughout the ground.
In sudden, forking, sparking white,
the bloated sky is stabbed with light.
A single, oily, spotted spatter,
quick becomes an urgent slatter.
Soaking drops of blessed cool,
join gleeful hands to make a pool.
Come turn your face up to the rain
and let it wash away your pain.
Your empty heart, now brimmed with showers,
will soon be filled with lovely flowers.