Created love grief.
beautiful rain
faithful love
wipe away tears, sweat beads, and footsteps.
In every teardrop, I learned the meaning of empathy.
On each sweat, I learned the meaning of hard work and struggle.
Leaves waving wind.
The rain that morning reminded me that there would always be hope.
There are times when all the signs of repentance are paid by a reward.
Thank you steemian friends who have read my simple poem.