940. When love weeps, the skies in sorrow break,

SONNET 940
By JH Sayyar
When love weeps, the skies in sorrow break,
And pour their grief in torrents on the ground;
The winds, in mournful dirges, shiver, shake—
A heart whole now shattered by love’s sound.
Each drop a word unsaid, a touch now lost,
The whisper of a dream that could not stay;
The clouds, like lovers torn and tempest-tossed,
Unveil the night in shades of ashen gray.
O cruel heaven, why mirror love’s despair?
Why flood the earth with tears not to shed?
Yet in the storm, a strange and tender care—
For rain revives what seemed cold and dead.

So let love weep, and let the heavens cry,
For even in grief, true love shall not die.