Clouds of Tears

Clouds make their devilish sound,
As the raindrops hit the ground.

Sadness falls with every drop,
Happy memories begin to stop.

Rain makes thunder and thunder makes light,
But the light is dark, dark as night.

In the room, the spirits roam,
Inviting you to join their home.

There's no pain and suffering there,
Just the coldness of the lonely air.

Please can you make the rain dry now,
Cause I just don't know how.

The spirits are disappearing one by one,
I guess there really is no sun.

But they'll come back once I replace,
Another box of tissues to fill their space.

I need these spirits to dry the rain,
Because my tears are too much pain.