Tearful Progression

Rocks cry with stoic faces Weeping from omnipotent gloom Gray and dark the sky chimes in and sings of an infinite sorrow. Gazing up an innocent visage Meets with an abrupt splash Straight ahead now the face melts to a blur and the rain becomes a solitary tear. No end is possibly seen We wonder with impotence Can we be doomed to witness the weeping and stand on the ground, immobile?