I like the sky

and the rain

 even though my mother past away

on the sofa

we would watch

 the droplets against the windows cross

they would slide

just as tears

 odd how I have little of that here

last fall

the leaves fell

 and the church refused to ring it’s bell

and passing on

to the great unknown

 she was bruied under that now mossy stone

Now the rain

it continues to pour

 which makes me really, really bored