Reflections on a Rainy Day

Gloomy days are usually dark,
Cloudy and occasionally rainy,
I don't know why,
But it reminds me of times of being
Separated from loved ones,
Of times when sorrow seems to be
Unending,
Of days when my food are but tears,
And my heart cut open,
Waiting to bleed down the ground.

Honey, many have said,
Is good with a cup of hot tea on a
Rainy day,
I wonder why,
Perhaps it reminds us that there is
Goodness in the world,
That healing tastes even sweater
After the torrents break loose,
And especially when life seems nothing
But a floodgate of tears.