A day in October

From the windows I saw her,
On a rare, clear blue sunny day.
Vapours condensed where lashes touched;
Pouring from the windows of her soul.

From the pain of his selfish act,
On a rare, clear blue sunny day;
Grief of her heart materialised to transparent tears,
Drenching her cheeks clutched by wet hands.

And then, the skies, they joined in.