I can hear the pitter patter of the rain as it falls upon the window ledge. I can hear the pitter patter of the tears that accompany them.
I watch as the raindrops race down the glass. Growing bigger as they quickly descend.
I place all those flooding memories into those drops, watching them vanish. Hoping for some sort of sweet release from my own tears.
I know it's not going to happen though, because every time the sky cries out, so will I.