Rain

Rain is dripping down my cheeks,

They’re satin-smooth, silken-sleek.

 

Each one trails down my pallid skin,

Leaving a vein of water so thin.

 

They sting my eyes and leave me blind,

But I don’t care; with each drop I unwind.

 

I looked up at the grey sky in question,

But the skies were not the drear I had reckoned.

 

The sky was a canvas of blue with clouds of white.

The sun was down, and very soon would come night.

 

I looked back down at the pavement with a sigh.

These raindrops, they’re falling from my eyes.