Artifact 3:Poetry

Rain

Rain,  

Lucid little drops,

Carrying the burden and pain of the world,

I always wondered where tears went,

The releasing of all emotion simply dries up into nothing?

Vanishing?

No,

These poignant sacs of water are filled with the feelings that can’t be expressed in words,

The groans and deep exhaling that cant be brought from lips into the air,

These slippery wet pouches are extracted from the soul,

But when they are gone they soar to the skies,

Each time the clouds are deceived by their won strength,

The cumulus think that are the cumulonimbus and they think they are God,

They hold the tears for days, even months,

But even the burden gets too heavy for them to bear,

With a heavy sigh they release the anguish of the world,

Sadly, the once dry ducts are again filled with the same tears,

The pain returns,

For I am only glad that my tears reach to the Heavens.