Why are my eyes overflowing
with gushes of sorrow.
The dams could stand no more
of the rushing sloshing onslaught.

A drought’s prayers answered
the cumulonimbus gathers.
A torrential rain,
a torrent of pain.

Can the crops breathe underwater?
In a twirling whirlpool
of the heart.
Sucking o so slowly, o so surely.

The clouds disperse,
the storm subsides
so slowly, so surely.

My emotions drip,
into a filter paper where it becomes

a trickle to a new tomorrow.