Looking up at the sky
At the rain water
Falling from above
Beyond the transparent umbrella

An image flashes by
Carrying beautiful memories
Of what once was

And of
Those dreams
That would never be

With a quiet
Pitter Patter
The raindrops fall

Dancing over
The home
Of what was once
A living person

Quietly,
They pass over
The soft green
Patches of grass and land

Respectful of
The underlying
Black box
Where a good friend lies

A loyal citizen
A fellow soldier
A friend like no other

Tear filled eyes
Stare at the gravestone,
With a bouquet of flowers
At hand

Remembering that name
Remembering that person
Remembering their sacrifice
In their nation’s name.