Like the autumn rain

It rained sans the customary pitter patter,
As a foggy autumn morning dawned,
Torrents, crashing on branches, the rain bleeding,
Still embraced the fallen leaves the trees once spawned

What do they try to revive and sustain, in vain? I thought
Is it their foolishness to rain on the leaves and not the root?
And why can't they wash the fog, why not render all bright?
Why waste themselves, of the ones that matter, do they not give a hoot?

And then it struck me, Ah! what I fool I've been,
Like me, out of love, they're pouring their hearts, they bleed,
They may not clear the haze of the merciless fog,
But their dear ones, they strive to be with, is it virtue or greed?

Likewise, my heart will continue to send all the love your way forever,
Though it may only mean some smiles, amidst your pain, the incessant haze,
And like the rain, I will continue to pour, for good or in vain,
And I will fall and bleed like them, for you, such is my craze.