God's tears...

"GOD'S TEARS" I sit silently looking out of my window pane watching the rain flow. The sound the sight of the rain is such liberating feeling. How I wish I could be one with nature and go outside dance,sing and play in the rain. Mommy said I can't go outside after the street lights come on so I sit silently and watch the rain flow from the beautiful skies. I sit silently and watch the rain flow amongst the trees, grass,flowers and the earth. I sit I look I watch silently from my window pane. I sit and watch as God waters the earth with her tears... it is now morning the sun is shining,and I have to brush my teeth and wash my face for breakfast as I sit silently thinking about last night, and the rain after grace of course I put my fork down and look straight ahead and ask my grandfather I say "daddy" why does it rain? He responded back When it rains God is crying. I start to eat my breakfast, but I pause for a moment because another question just popped up in my head so I look up from my plate and at my grandfather and I say daddy why is God crying? My dad looks at me into my little eyes and responds back and says child why are you so acquisitive? He briefly looks at me and says God is crying for the world... so every morning before i go to school or on sundays before I go to church, I watch the news and check the forecast to see if God will be crying today so I may join her so she doesn't have to cry alone. Hopefully it will rain before the street lights come on so I may stand in the rain. For I am not allowed to go outside after dark. It is another night and the world around me is fast asleep. I suddenly hear the sound of rain oh how serene, I pause my Janet Jackson CD and check my night light and slowly tip toe out of bed, and walk towards my window and I silent look outside my window pane and I see and I listen to the sound of the rain "God's tears" I want so badly to put on my rain coat and timberland boots and sneak outside to join mother nature and become one with her. If I go would anyone even notice if I were gone? Yes of course when my grandmother comes in and checks on me and she notices that I am not in my bed I'll get a whipping when I return. Is the rain worth a whipping? Yup it sure is. But on second thought I don't want her to be worried, then my grandfather will come in the room and check and if they don't see me there they'll be worried about me and I don't want that for them. I sit and watch and listen to God's tears. Damn only if God will cry before the street lights come on then her and I can cry together. Oh dear I'm soo glad that mommy cannot hear my thoughts because I said damn and that's a bad word and I'll get a whipping because such language is not allowed in this house. Fortunately for me she doesn't so damn damn damn in my mind of course, I say that with a smirk. Is God crying for you,? Is God crying for me?, is God crying for us? Is God crying for we? I cry too. I cry for my mom wondering why I didn't see her on Christmas day I waited for her all day... but instead I got some damn boxes with some toys and shit. Good thing grandma can't hear me swearing in my head... I love the toys the dollhouse is cool but I wish my mom was here to play with me and the new toys that I love. that she bought for me for Christmas. Maybe next Christmas she will be here. I cry for my mom too wondering if she is ok. I cry for the little boy who was murdered last night over a pair of new jordans he had on his feet. I cry for the soldier who after coming back from war developed PTSD. I cry for the police officer who was murdered just trying to get criminals off the streets. I cry for his children who are now fatherless and his wife who is now a widow. I cry for the mother who son is behind bars and he'll never come home to her again. I cry for the homeless woman I seen on the streets when I'm big I'm going to open a shelter so people like her well have a safe place to sleep. I cry for the little girl who never felt good enough I cry for the little boy who dreamed of becoming a basketball star but he just wasn't tall enough. I cry for the kid who was tall enough and he was able to be on the team but he cannot play because his step father broke his leg. I cry for the abused children every where, I cry for the abused animal's every where I cry for the mentally ill around the world, I cry for the lost with hopes that they may be found... I cry for the broken hearted, I cry for the junkies who can't seem to over come their addiction. I cry for that man who just got evicted.I cry for you I cry for me I cry for us I cry for we. Just Like God's tears on my window pane I too cry for the world let's be one with nature, let's be one the sky let's join God tonight as she nurtures the earth with her tears. So she doesn't have to cry for the world alone; The End; The POET134