When the sky begins to cry,
the tears are not always sad,
for they bring life to the land.
The rivers are replenished,
and the plants given their drink.
Rain is a beautiful thing.
Greenery, always in tow.
Life makes use of the water,
and the forests grow and grow.
So don’t fret when the rain flows.
Be thankful for its visit.
Without it we have nothing.
The sky’s tears can be happy,
and they can be magical,
cleansing the world, through rebirth.
Poetry
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This is a good point to remember, that rain is a good thing. I like the imagery you use about “cleansing the world”. That’s a strong image to me. Are the sky’s tears ever sad or destructive? That’s what I expected when you used the word “tears”. Maybe you can explore that in another poem?
Thank you for the feedback. I will have to try that as well! 🙂
Good metaphor depicting rain as if it’s tears of sky.