Tears In The Rain

By Nana M Singehebhuye

The heavens weep for you, they gather their sorrow in silent clouds, letting their despair bleed across the sky in shades of aching grey. 

The winds have carried away your laughter and whispers reign now where once your joy bloomed in shades of yellow and orange. Silence sits in the cold like autumn veil, sitting heavy in rooms that once cradled your warmth, soft as petals torn from the hand of spring, leaving nothing but the echo of what was, a hollowed space where sparrows once sang. 

I walk through all that we were, footsteps echoing in places you no longer touch.  The sky breaks for us, its sorrow gathered in silver dusk, its tears hide in mine. I have become one with the rain, the tears fall, my eyes water and the rain hug every drop of sorrow. 

The sky learnt how to grieve from us, it let sorrow fall where no one can tell which drop are theirs. It learnt how to grieve before I did. It lowered its head, unbuttoned its clouds, and let the sorrow fall without apology. 

The tears you left in the rain became the story I tell. Every raindrop speaks of your soul, your name, your signature engraved in its pain. Tears and rain serve the same lessons in your story. They fall, they soak, they pass. What remains is the earth, still breathing, still willing to bloom.  

The sun no longer paints the sky, as bright as when you held my hand, its golden fingers slipping by, like sand through the gaps of land. I reach for you in empty air, but find no trace, no scent, no sound, only the coolness of despair, like frost on ground where roots are bound.

The sky was once a canvas bright, painted with the hues of light, but now it wears a veil of grey, as if the sun has lost its way. The earth beneath feels cold, unmoved, as if it too has been removed from all the warmth it used to know, and trembles in the winds that blow. 

Your absence lingers like the night, a shadow that the stars cannot fight, yet in the depth of aching sighs, a quiet strength begins to rise. The tears, they fall, a river deep, yet in their wake, I start to keep the memories that softly bloom like flowers breaking through the gloom. 

For grief, though heavy, cannot stay, it melts beneath the light of day. Like morning mist that softly fades, it finds its place in softer shades. I’ve learned to walk through tangled vines, and though my heart still calls your name, each step, though slow, begins to climb, towards a peace that’s not the same.  

The world still turns, but not the same, a clock that ticks but knows no time. A song that sings but feels no name, a mountain steeped in endless climb. The stars that once would kiss your brow now flicker cold behind my tears.

And yet, I sense you here somehow, a whisper soft as distant years. Your shadow lingers in my chest, a heartbeat wrapped in quiet silence, a love that never could be lost, just hidden where the night can stay.

I hold you in the spaces wide, where words dare not to tread or fall. You linger where the memories hide, where rainbows stretch but never call. A part of me is buried deep, in all the things I cannot see, a garden where I cannot sleep, but dream of where you’ll always be. 

And though the days grow cold and lean, you are the warmth that holds me close. In every breath, in every dream, the love you left, it still grows.

For grief is like seasons, it must depart, and healing grows in tender heart. Beyond the tears, a path unwinds, a journey that the soul reminds. The road is long, but in the end, the light will guide, and I will transcend a journey beyond all that was lost, where love still lives, no matter the cost. 

The love you gave is still my guide, it is woven in the tears I hide, and though I weep for what’s now gone, your spirit lingers, carries on. In every step, a memory bright, in every dawn, a softer light. Though my heart still holds the scar, I’ll find my way, no matter how far.

By Nana M Singehebhuye