The Tears and Tunes of Nature

Hues of blues, greys and blacks,

Synchronizing a calming, rhythmic tune.

A gentle lullaby soothes the restless night.

Nature's tears weep for the world's avail.

Silver, liquid drops

Just touching the edge of my skin.

And the clouds are darkening,

Enclosing something within. 

Within minutes, a vein of neon appears.

My body shivers,

Reacting to the violent cry of the sky.

Nothing like before,

And not a pleasant ‘hi’.

The sunshine vanishes into the drain

To a new town or city, until it comes again.

The raindrops dance upon the window frame.

An outside, a view like Vincent Van Gogh’s painting

The Rain.

But once nature is ready, its tears will eventually stop,

Revealing its appreciated sense of beauty with bright, beautiful colours.