Tears of life falling from the sky. My soul cries with you. Your drumming on my rooftop, unsettled, reflecting my inner temperament. Oh rainy day, was it you that drew me in to your sorrow or MySelf reflected in your outpouring? It matters not. The tears are waiting in the depths of the lakes of old pain. Maybe this time I’ll be courageous enough to float in the fullness of emotions and feel the reality of me. And as I do, I realize that with each drop that you pour, you cleanse the leaves of my vines and fill the empty wells for me and my nature friends; watering our dispassion until we are nourished and pure again.