A gray cloud swayed and swaggered
As the wind pushed it across the green land
One lone raindrop fell from its grasp
A single flier from the heights
Floating and sinking
It flew and it dived
Spiraling downward, left and then right
The fields and houses and winding roads grew
No longer postage stamps and bits of yarn
Thunder cracked from afar
But there was no lightning
No brilliant charged hand to scratch the skies
Other raindrops followed the lone first as it continued down
But this first, this solo flightest, came nearer to the ground
And finally splashed against a warm thing
It slowly rolled down the tender face of a young woman
Down across her nose and around her quivering lips
Did this tear from the sky meet its human counterpart
She was running, sobbing in great heaving breaths
No attention did she pay to the gusting winds or the darkening skies
For in her heart a greater storm blew
Louder, stronger, meaner and closer
Then any hurricane's gales could birth
She was without money and without possession
Save for her heart, but it was broken
Even it had belonged to another once
But it had been dropped, trampled and spat upon
Like a diamond tossed into coal
Her name is many
For a broken heart is suffered by all.