Sestina for a Women Walking In the Rain

Once again she is walking in the rain
As before walking completely alone
The downpour is hard no one sees her cry
There's no one she can go to for pain
The wind is cold and endless in its moan
As she walks in too much pain to ask why

She is tired of asking for reasons why
And reasons come as meaningless as rain
As worthless as a cry or a deep moan
She walks in the rain and she walks alone
Could there be an anodyne for her pain?
Something that could quell a sad and hard cry

Who wants to see a sad sad soul cry
And who can make her see the season why
Since healing must come in the form of pain
That falls as quick as this a deluge of rain
Under wide umbrella she walks alone
This wind blowing memories that moan.

Into a heart that trembles from the moan
Within the gray she lets go of a cry
That she is so tired of being alone.
She begins questioning asking God why.
Moving her cover and looking to the rain
Letting the drips fall upon her pure pain.

As if there we angels coming to take her pain
She releases sadness  in the deepest moans
Rises from her heart sadness washed like rain
She begins to laugh so hard she cries
And she sees the answers to questions why
She walks faster not afraid to be alone

Now healing has come she is not alone
God sent her an angel to take her pain
That whispered wisdom to her questions why
Easing the harsh tone of the winds long moan.
Now in deep joy her tears no longer cry
The sun comes out and shines off the rain

She was walking alone asking God why.
She feels the moan and feels the tears she cried
She can sense our pain and remove the rain