I have with time come to believe

That a sudden downpour would be better,

Even if it were to cause a temporary flood.

For, after all, the water would ebb,

Sooner rather than later.

And would yet leave what remains

Green and devoid of stains.

But, like a condemned cloud,

That sheds a few drops,

Before the wind carries it away

Leaving it heavy and the earth craving for more,

My tears fall but do not flow.

And, like the cloud, eternally carrying its burden

Till another opportunity comes its way

To shed a few drops,

I too carry the pain of my loss

That can never really ever go away.