Falling tear drops

He turns from the light, tears forming at the edges of his face. The sky storming black heavy with perspiration, as the lost moment of joy slipped from his fingers. Running faster from his plight still tears falling from his face the rain falls to his aid washing away the pain. The mists rise cloaking him in mystery, the cool scent of rain clouding his mind. The sweet soft sound of pattering rain hitting the roofs of houses and the cement walk way before him calming. Slowing as his pain wells up inside he tilts his head toward the sky only to realize, the sky is crying.