When the Sky Weeps

the comfort nature brings <3

Little drops of dew raced down my window

Watching the rain pour, It’s just me, a book, and a cup of tea

A tear rolled down my cheek, not in glee, but in sorrow

I sipped my jasmine tea, just quiet and empty, Beneath a sky that mourns in silence.



Sometimes I wonder, does anyone else sit in melancholy as the sky weeps?

Does anyone feel that connection, an intimacy with nature’s grief?

Perhaps it’s not only when skies are grey, but when flowers bloom and hearts find relief

A seed is planted within our chest,

That gently sweeps away our grief.



A pleasant scent clung to the earth after rain

All at once time slowed, my muscles eased and my eyes closed

The sweet caress of twilight, a nightingale’s distant song

It sings where broken hearts quietly belong.



The sky can’t carry all our sorrowed cries

It may lift our spirits, calm our sighs

But only God brings true, eternal rest

Lord, I come to You now, weary and burdened,

My soul longs for Your comfort and rest.

Buy me a coffee!