Rain

Home alone with a high hope of rain,
hope for rain only to hide the tears that need to be shed,
watch each drop hit your face as you stare straight up,
watching the drops and shedding the tear with a frown on your face,
The tears filled with pain and confusion,
staring straight up to ask for answers,
drop to your knees to plead and beg for some kind of comfort,
the slow silence of the drops
the pitter patter speaking and giving the comfort you long for,
the loud drips break the silence,
and you realize the rain has stopped,
the pitter patter no longer eases the pain from the tears that still shed and drip from you eyes,
Home alone with a high hope of rain