Rain falls almost every day

Weightless, yet heavy

Some say this is a lonely time of year, when fall is on the bridge of its coming

But these days after my boys fall

There is nothing for me, not at all

My wife weeps in her room, door locked

Day by day my heart is blocked

In my shelf is a way to see him again

To hug him again

To hold my son again

But soon the sun falls, and hallowed, become the halls

The weeps continue, and my shelf opens monstrously

A barrel of whispers and deceit

A bullet, a seed of my mistake

I can never bring him back, but rain will fall once more

He doesn't have to fall alone