not one of my better poems

i went for imagery and it didnt quite come out right lol
i tried? =\

Teardrop

The sound of rain atop my roof,
Reminds me of the screaming tears.
They, the ones rushing down your cheeks,
Bringing forth some of your fears.

The wind whips these droplets around,
Rather than falling they seem to be flying.
I’ve broken your heart and now you speak,
“I like it better when it rains, no one can tell I’m crying.”

You turn around and start away.
The ground rushes to meet me as I sob in sorrow.
Why must we end in such dismay?
I beg I will not wake tomorrow.