Eternal storm

Through all our heavy breaths and sighs
we hear the sky weeping, we hear her cries.
Tears furiously fall with purpose to the ground
glistening naked skin, until all but drowned.
Leaves bounce and shake with so many drops
an eternal storm of anguish that never stops.
Each windowpane is streaked a rainbow hue
outside, is just a variant of greys, no blue.
But, her rhythmic music soothes my tired soul
it makes my heart hopeful, it makes me whole; as
nothing evokes memories more than falling rain
to open the wounds and heal, to ease the pain.