Sweeping clouds of gray
across the night sky wander
cloaking diamond eyes
and bathing lonely lovers
with a symphony of tears.

And the cold wind sighs-
whispering through barren trees-
speaking no comfort
as it caresses the soul
with bitter indifference.

O' Weep! Weep I say
as the storm rages within
and thunders without
in a steady cacophony
of love, loss, and hollow doubts.