It rained all summer
and it was fitting
because the world
mourned the loss of
my little boy
the sky was scarred and deaf
with lightning and thunder crashing
immense winds
that howled in pain
or rage
I'm not asking
there is the man behind
the curtain
pulling on all of our strings
its misery he brings
along with
stormy weather
covering the deep blue sky
that once held
a promise of life and love
spinning it into a lie
angels tears
fall from the sky as rain
they rejoice
for my child
who no longer
suffers any pain
this is my only respite
from melancholy or disdain
my shield and protector
from going insane
I miss you so bad
my sweet boy
especially when it rains
Bryan Alexander
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-logan-pt-4-it-rained-all-summer/
