The Awaiting

The night sky an azure blue,
Bedecked with a myriad stars;
The stillness around is but a clue,
Of a time that left its share of scars.

Hark, hear the wind whistling by,
Accompanied by a sharp chill;
In its sigh I hear your cry,
The silence of the night, it does kill.

Clouds move in overshadowing the sky,
Droplets of rain turning to a pour;
The grime, the rain does wash away,
But not the agony of waiting more!