My sneaking tears

My sneaking tears, a photo by Eva Psarrou on Flickr.

How heavy fell the rain that day
From burdened clouds of mournful grey
The torrent forced them stay their height
Composure swayed by onerous might.

My skin wrung wet with icy chill
As mud embraced that sodden hill
But mind of mine had elsewhere gone
'Twas clouds abandoned I was on.

The driving drops advanced their gears
To camouflage my sneaking tears
Whence now did swell such floods of pain
To see me melt into this rain..

M.R. Slaughter