Afternoon Rain

Heavenly sprites,
poke her forehead
as you fall,
kiss her as you
trickle down
her cheeks.
Mask her tears,
drown her voice.
Let her whisper
her secrets out
in open.
Let her sing
the voice of her heart
let her pour
the wailings
of her soul.
May the thunderous
drumming of tin roofs
give her freedom
to let out her sound.
Heavenly sprites,
how can you
stir the tranquillity
inside my chest
and paint the sky
sepia and grey
and make
a warm stream
flow down my eyes
when I
think of her?