No more to drop

I sit under a tree
When day dark
And rain almost come

The wind blowing hard
The grass dancing fast
I’m still sitting
Taken away by a day dreaming

One tears of the sky drop down
Down to my face to my eyes
The sky looks so dark
And another tears start to fall

I heard a little whisper inside
It says “ The sky is in depression and he want to cry, but why you don’t ?”
Then I slowly replied . . .
“When the sky still have another tears to drop. I don’t . . .”

The whisper gone
And rain hardly fall

By Steven Chandra