Her tears were like a shower
She wept with no reprieve
Her rainstorm came down daily
from morning 'nigh to eve
No sun to greet her daybreak
no moon to rule her night
Her countenance was ashen
her grey eyes void of light
Her teardrops left a pattern
a painting stroked by pain
of cloudiness and sorrow
a portrait of the rain
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A moving portrait of heartbreak, this... Wonderful.