The rain dropped,

her fists clenched.

She cursed the ground,

called Fate a fiend.

Eyes gone red,

screams unheard.

She cursed the ground,

called you a wimp.

Your silence cut deep;

her pain she tried to keep.

She remained tight-lipped,

yet inside she wailed and wept.

How dare you throw away

what others struggled to keep?

The rain had stopped,

now drenched in black,

she asked the ground

why you did such selfish act.

******