It's Raining Her

he clouds rain tears, and the woods shed their leaves and put on mourning in midsummer, if any man should ever for a just cause grieve. - Thoreau

i thought i saw you

your face in a stilled puddle

what are tears to do

Author's Note

"I never yet knew the sun to be knocked down and rolled through a mud-puddle; he comes out honor-bright from behind every storm. Let us then take sides with the sun". - Thoreau