All was silent as before —
All silent save the dripping rain.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Leaves latent in falling, droop sadly in the early January cold
As a saturated mantle cloaks limbs yielding under a weighty heavy load
Where does the sun hide during a winter so dull and grey?
Does she shed her tears hidden far away?
Rain falls like dew drops steadily through the cold monochromatic sky
As all living creatures huddle for warmth in attempts of staying dry
The liquid crystal orbs trickle downward as if a fallen tear
While the pages of a calendar signal yet another passing year.