The sky weeps

The rain falls. They scurry through the streets. The sky lightly darkens to a shade of grey. As the heaven's weep - they clamber for shelter - for protection, maybe warmth. Some seem as though they were uninformed. Clothing suggesting this. They long to be dry. Faces displaying the displeasure of enduring a constant downpour. A drenched woman let's out a belated sigh..

Yes, it is wet and miserable. However, the optimist see's it as being cleansing and needed. Washing away the days excesses. Freshening up the place. As we move in haste, maybe we could stop for a moment, and appreciate how rain - although a pain, makes everything; that bit, cleaner.. again.


Submitted by Demola, The Collective