Drop gently

Echoing my latest traumas,
Suitably equips the day for tears.
Staring at mosaic traffic lights
In wobbly formation over my windscreen.
Wiped away in one fell swoop, still red
I wait for the changing light. Wiper sweeps again.
If only it were that easy. Swipe away!
Why can't my tears wipe like that?
Disappear with a wiper blade.
Instead, recurring on daily basis;
Wiped but not forgotten.
Drop gently,soundless, no bereft sob.
Quiet, tears rolling - in peaceful reverie.
Tears to echo the day, constant drips of rain.
I set off again, still weeping silently.
Clouds tease apart with surgical precision.
Revealing some hope of blue; some hope
But none for me: my rainbow does not appear.