All alone she sat across the room, quiet and busy
Seemingly in a world all her own
No one even noticed….
….And then there it was
It was small and went unnoticed
But it wasn’t alone…
It was followed by first one, then another…
And soon there were many
What was it that brought tears to her eyes?
What was it that made warm salty drops fall like rain?
Loneliness, hurt, sadness, sorrow?
No one could say for sure
But as surely as night follows day came the questions
Empty, shallow questions—not of concern but curiosty
Those who had passed her by a hundred times or more
Now stopped to inquire
“What’s wrong..can I help?
The tears stopped
The questions went unanswered
And once again she smiled
And who will ever know why the rains came?