My grandmother wrote this when she was a teenager and suffered severe migraines and depression. Back then they told her parents she was "touched" which was very bad and eventually she grew out of it. Please, this poem is copyrighted so I ask you: PLEASE no copy/pasting as it's in her book.
Rain- soft slipping drops of
molten silver on the window sill,
Faint streams of crystal beads
upon the tree trunks black;
Dark leaden clouds that climb above
the far off dreary hell
And dim the flory of the autumn's