Weep

The rain came 
my windows weep
like my mother 
did when dad
died from top
to bottom one 
drop meets another 
then meets another 
and soon a
river forms flowing 
downstream finally catching 
on sill or
for her sweater
and now all 
I see is
my mother in 
my window and 
all I remember 
is what a
broken heart looks 
like it rains