My eyes feigning brilliance, mocking the clouds above,

Dripping diamond drops on tall tree tops, just like the crying dove.

The rain knocking on my window wants back its tidal crown,

Pitter-patter, slithering sly, as it comes splashing down.

It curls as it hits the car, feeling the sudden pane,

Vainly searching for a crack, so it can drip its bane.

My tears search for a reason, as I drop the gaurd of glass.

I feel it must be treason as my tears meet raindrops vast.

However, I am not ashamed, I bare the rain with pride.

No longer am I an enemy, but now I am a bride.