There is a man standing in the rain in a cemetery in front of his deceased wife's gravesite. He appears to be crying. Her death occurred years ago and left him with everlasting grief. He is resigned to this fact so everything he sees and hears casts him further into this state of mind.
This day is no different than all the previous times, except this time, the rain, a bird and a sound of bells contribute to his continued descent.

The rain concealed the tears he shed today.
He cried this way so many times before.
But always alone. No rain can wash away
His anguish, anxiety... nevermore!
A tiny-feathered harbinger alights
Her stone and cocks it’s head. A drop of rain
Upon its beak begins to weep in sight
Of him, a tear. Then takes to flight again.
A distant tintinnabulation from
A church’s belfry sounded mournfully.
He muses: fleeting wings of death had come
And taken from me so prematurely
My love and leaving only heavens tears
To drench my heart with sadness all the years.