a poem about tears

pouring rain,
rendition of nature's marvel,
and yet such a simple treasure is
hardly pleasured.

joining of two elements,
resonating chorus of rainfall
and the musky perfume that is earth.

silent trickle,
heavy with sentiment,
and yet the weightless pearl upon the cheek is
rarely considered.

alignment of two existences,
threatening throb against one's sanity,
the physical manifestation of the mental.

rain and tears,
reality at its most organic,
oblivious to how they are both so
paradoxically wonderful.