Rainy honey

Rainy

thought of silence

 Neither depression or violence 

Tears flowed down

 by the beauty of dawn

Sitting by the wall, In a moment of downfall. 

The sound of the rain

was very loud, pointing the pain

Why do we live? Why do we thrive? Think of the bees in a hive

they work hard so bad,

make honey, but never mad

Why are you, a soul so sad?

 Bees are way better, dear lad!