The Tearful Rain

I Feel all churned up Inside as I sit on a drenched balcony..
Drunken to a stupor..High on the scent that rises from the wet mud..

And down rolls a tear..
Where did that come from..?
Maybe
A deep entrenched sadness in my heart
That I don`t remember..

It was a mute storm then..
Rains ago..
Standing in the rain..
Hoping the passerby saw the rain drop..
And not the tear.

And now..
Rains later..
After the rain..
The Storm within…
A Tear outside.