Rain

When you told me

Your dreadful news

Of how you loved him

But still loved me.

When you let me see

What I already knew:

Self-delusion died.

Since that day

It always rains,

Even on the brightest day.

It always rains, 

It’s like it always will.

Will the clouds relent?
Will hearts be healed?
I doubt they ever will.

Will Sun break through?
Will rainbow arc again?
Will stars emerge?

Will Moon ever rise?

Will Mars stand down?

Will Venus conquer again?

For now, I see nothing:

Grey skies covers all.