Her tears splash down her cheeks,
as she sits in her Japanese Garden.
The soft Summers rain falls around her ,
washing the traces of her tears away.
Scents from the flowers growing there fill the wind.
As a heavy heart breaks yet again.
A mind flooded with thoughts of anguish,
fill to over flowing same as the down spouts with the rains.
Her mind torn as her tears fall in a Japanese Garden.
Sadness rides on the winds of the Summers night,
as a breaking heart is filled with the night.
The rains fall much like her tears, silently pouring down.
Washing everything clean, with each and every drop that falls.
Just as tears fall in a Japanese Garden.
The female does not feel the rains embrace,
nor does she feel the tears erased.
All she feels are the tears that fall in a Japanese Garden.