The Moon was Crying Last Night

rain drops falling  in my hair, moonlight reflecting on the moondrops illuminating the night... thunder in the distance, thunder roaring, thunder crashing in my ear... wake me up, hello tonight... outside lighting and moonlight and tears of the sky, the moon is in mourning veiled in clouds of black, thick sweet morning dewdrops on the saturated ground... the only evidence of last night's wave of sorrow... i wonder what the moon would mourn... does she mourn the footprints left on her once unblemished cheek? does she mourn the death of the children over whom she watches faithfully every night here on earth? their suffering? the injustice they must endure? those tiny sweet faces sharing with her their dreams as they sleep each night... does she mourn for the sun outshines her and she is quick to be forgotten? does she mourn because she is lonely, while she unites hearts at great distances on earth? or is it because she must witness every night crime without a word? does she thirst for companionship? after all that crying she's gotta be thirsty for something... and the sun in the morning shows her on her way across the sky and reveals the fruits of her tears... the greener grass and singing birds twittering and sipping from her fresh pools of lacrimose water... splashing about... twittering outside my window... replacing the thunder.. good morning... good earth...