Tears of happiness
Tears of joy
Tears of pure hatred
Pools of sorrow
It’s like the sky is bleeding
Need to stitch up the wounds
What makes God cry like this?
When thunder hits,
It sends a roar,
Just like a Cold War
These rain drops
Are making music
The platter of the water
Splashes on faces
It has a special dance,
A special song
When it comes alive
It brings you inside
“Come dance with me”
It says
“Sing along and be my friend”
It says
You can’t help
But go under its spell
Can’t help but be its partner
But make a wrong move,
Thunder crashes,
Memories erased
Loved ones taken away,
To wondrous places
So if you dare,
Listen to the cries of the sky,
Watch your step,
Or you’ll be its victim
‘Till some other soul
Comes dancing in
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