Two raindrops race

Down a window pane;

Two teardrops trickle

Down her cheeks again.

Vacantly she stares

Through the train window,

Wistful, and weary,

Saddled with sorrow.

Storm clouds and thunder

Echo in her heart –

How could her fiancé

Be taken from the start?

Yesterday those teardrops

Were tears of ecstasy,

But now, cold shadows

Cast a pall of misery.

Black mascara stains

Leave an ugly trail

Beneath the black lace

Of this dreadful veil.

Those raindrops and tears

Tell of joyless hours,

Sunless and hopeless

Impotent of powers.