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