I just sit looking out the window and its raining outside I always picture each rain drop as a tear from my mom as she'd  crying up in Heaven right now,rather that tear is one for joy or sorrow I'll never know But each time a raindrop it reminds me of the tears from heaven above . Each tear represents a time in my mom's life a tear when she was still a child growing up in Baltimore a tear when she taught me to a ride a bike a tear in fact every time my mom was there for me reminds me of sands in a hourglass .Raindrops that are like tears that come from the clouds themselves A tear that reminds me of the warm person my mom was to me and to others as well I'm sure God is pleased with my mom at least I still am, after all and she gave the greatest gift to the world anyone could give,that's me .