by Shelly
Tears from heaven fall quite hard at times.
The heavens are saddened.
The world is not right.
Is there too much pain today?
Someone is crying,
For all of the people that have nothing.
For the people who are ill and hungry.
For the little girl that is hurt by a bad man
For the little boy with no shoes on his feet.
The heavens cry.
The rain is slowing.
Is someone happy now?
The sun is showing; a little.
Did someone do a good deed?
Did it fix all the badness?
Little good is ever seen in this world.
People are starving and dying of war.
But there is a ray of hope from the cloudy shy.
A person has reached out to help another person.
And the rainy day becomes clear once more.