Spirit of a Butterfly

Rain Tears
In the silence of early morning
Broken only by the steady drumming
Of rain on the roof
Puddles grow larger

In the soothing symphony
Of rain's monotonous regularity
Rain last night, today
It seems nature
Is having a good cry.

Not a tormented passionate cry
Of thunderstorm and wind
But the steady relieving
Of sadness long held

Freely tears come
Bringing release
Pain replaced by peace
Sleep comes with the sound of rain.

Sweet Rose