Rain Dropp Sorrow Poem by chantel weston

Rain drops
splatter across my face
hitting me
with the force
of all their emotions,
with the stories
of angels falling,
out of the sky;
shot down by
their own thoughts.

And the tears
that their brothers
and sisters cry
fall from the sky.

The anger
and dispear
that the fallen feel,
spues from the earth
in firey eruptions.

And now
i feel just how missed
they really are
even though
they are now enemys
they still miss each other.

The tears
that fall from the sky
carry pure sorrow
that wash me clean
of pain,
the rain falls, and splashes in my face.