sneaking tears

How heavy fell the rain that day

From burdened clouds of mournful grey.

The torrent forced them stay their height -

Composure swayed by onerous might.



My skin wrung wet with icy chill

As mud embraced that sodden hill.

But mind of mine had elsewhere gone -

'Twas clouds abandoned I was on.



The driving drops advanced their gears

To camouflage my sneaking tears -

Whence now did swell such floods of pain

To see me melt into this rain…



On equal bearing now were we:

This rain; myself, in harmony.