The Orphan and The Rain...

Clouds on the sky,
flying alone and high.
Within them, they have
the raindrops kept safe.
and on, and on, they sweep
searching… for places to weep.
Places alone and isolate,
for pouring out its fate.

and then it rained.
Oh, with music it blend…
With thunder here
and lightening there.
The drops … they all fall.
With breeze, they jostle.
Freely they then land,
on someone they offend…

The child in the street,
walking alone on his feet.
Within him, he have
the teardrops kept safe.
And he runs with closed lip
searching for place to weep.
Place alone and isolate,
for cursing at his fate.

And then he cried.
Oh,the lonely child…
For mother here,
and for father there.
The tears… they all fall
with breeze they jostle.
But they all go in vain,
Vanishing, with the rain….