(also done in may... man i am behind...) 
When the sky cries 
we call it rain 
it has a sad story
to tell
of times past 
and heaven and hell
above all 
it watches 
the observer, alone 
wishing only
to partake
in the world below
so much help 
it could bring
if only beyond
weather 
it could effect 
everything
millennia pass 
the clouds lament 
drops shaken 
make their sorrowful 
decent 
when the sky cries 
we call it rain 
it has a sad story 
to tell 
of times past 
and heaven and hell 
~K
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