The Last Drop

The last drop is the sweetest,
I opened my mouth to the sky
Huge expansive weeping sky...
The final drops telling me stories
telling me that she was going to stop
Stop crying - Solace is a wonderful medicine
It feels lovely to be there, isn't it?
Standing there getting wet in the downpour?
I love being there for you, dear sky...
listening to your worries-
Solace is not in words
But in the pleasure of being there
to see your last tears,
to drink that last drop...