When the Sky Weeps...

They break down sorrow,

By weeping for every soul,

Whether known or unknown,

The cascade masks the feeling unexpressed,

They mingle with every heart distressed,

They flow down upon the face which cries,

Of the one who stands below the gloomy skies.

They veil the whining of the person,

In their dark and wetty scenes,

The roaring thunder,

Hides the shouts of agony,

It supports loneliness,

With it's downpour full of holiness.

Our fumed sorrows no one is able to see,

When the sky happily weeps,

The pitter-patter doesn't pour misery,

The sun after rain floats away,

The heartache of many,

All this happens when sky weeps merrily.

The rain takes away our pain in drains and brings light and gains.

~ Rumish Ali Saif