The tears from above, cascading through the sky.
A simple tear, a thankless existance.
To cleanse the old and bring life to the present.
And as the tears collide like a thousand cold carresses.
The goosebumps cover my skin and my core trembles with curiousity.
It's at this blissful moment when the heavens cry that I'm reminded just how primitive my human nature is.

By Matthew branton