The rain and the orphan...

Clouds in the sky.
flying alone and high;
within them, they have
the raindrops kept safe.
And on, and on they sweep
searching for places to weep.
Places alone and isolate,
pouring out its fate...

And then it rained.
oh, with music it blend,
With the thunder here,
and the lightening there.
The Drops.. they all fall
with breeze, it jostle.
Freely it then land,
on Someone they offend...

The child on the street
walking alone on feet;
within him, he have
the teardrops kept safe.
And he runs with sealed lip
Searching... for places to weep.
places alone and isolate,
cursing out at his fate.

And then he cried,
Oh, the Orphaned child.
for the Mother here,
and the Father there.
The Tears... they all fall,
with breeze it jostle.
But they flow in vain,
vanishing with the Rain...