When It Weeps

• Sophia Alcalde, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2019

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.