Tangible Soul

This is a segment of a poem I'm working on. Hopefully the finished product will be revealed soon.

Last night, I cried in hopes that God would
Carry my tears and allow then to shower
On you expectantly
But I know it doesn't work like that.
I hoped that thunder would rumble loud enough
To overshadow my emptiness.
Nowadays, that's all I ever seem to hear.
I wanted lightening to strike in a way that
You'd lose your memories and come back to me
And clear these dark skies.
I long to feel the sunshine caress my face again.