Tears

A gray forlorn sky slowly darkens.
As the birds stop singing and seek shelter,
silence spreads as if all creatures
were holding their breath.
Ominous dark clouds roll in.
A slow soft rain begins.
As the storm intensifies,
the morning is replaced by twilight.
Flashes of light break the darkness as the storm roars.
Now directly overhead,
the thunder endlessly pounces upon lightning.
The heavens open pouring water as if to drown the earth.
As I watch in dazed wonder,
water streams down the cross,
washing the blood away,
washing my sins away.