When It Weeps
Sophia Alcalde, Grade 11, Suzanne Cory High School
When it weeps, cold tears crash against the train.
It sobs and wails loud like thunder,
fury and sorrow intertwine into a heavy downfall.
People inside sway as if on a boat riding angry waves.
The chilly air bites at the skin, twirling and bending into the bones.
This day is unlike any other.
Not a single soul is as happy as they were that morning,
their bright faces slowly darken like the sky.
Except for her.
No one seems to like the rain;
it dampens their joyful days with dark waters.
But on days like this, she feels a bit happier, maybe even more alive
because for once she is not crying alone.