When it rains *

The tears
that we never cried
are finally freed
when we pass from this world
into that bright Kingdom
where sadness cannot abide

when it rains
it falls to wash the
earth of sadness, sin,
hate and hurts
to carry such things deep
into the sea which swallows them
then sings of them in crashing waves
where poets and madmen can hear

when it rains the
gentle patter on my roof
whispers softly
to remind me
not all sadness
is behind me
and If I hold back all the tears
till I leave this life

a flood of sadness
will plument from the sky
as my hurts and heartbreaks
fall back to the earth
as rain drops
when it rains

(or maybe it really is angels crying and today they cry for me and Punkin)