" I am there for sky but for me...

Hello moon! Today I am going to be doing a review of your beautiful poem!

I really liked how you related the sky's conditions and how it portrayed the narrators emotions throughout the entire poem. From the beginning I felt like the conditions of the weather were almost representing how the narrator was feeling. The clouds, rain, and wind almost came to life.

It started to cry as if it had been holding a mountain of emotions.

My favorite part about this quote is how you personified the sky giving the image that the sky has emotions just like humans. It also helps relate the narrators emotions to the readers.

My second favorite part of the poem was the scene where the narrator opened the window. I felt like it was relieving for the narrator and almost helped calm her down.

the breeze began to play with my hair, gently wiping my own tears from my cheeks.

This scene was very relieving to me also. I especially liked how it ended with the sudden change of emotions.

yet somehow, there was no warm hand to hold mine...

This was the part of the poem that left the biggest impression on me. The narrator is able to comfort the sky and the sky comforts the narrator, yet there is no physical way for anyone to comfort either the sky or the narrator.

My suggestion would be to fix the punctuation and spacing in some of the lines. This might help make the poem flow a little smoother.

I personally thought the poem was beautiful and emotional. It almost makes the reader want to jump into the sky and comfort it. I think it expresses a very large sense of loneliness and solitude.

Lovely work!<3
~hira♡

Oh this piece like a continuation of the last poem I read from you! Like, the focus on the Sky crying and stuff :3

as if it had been holding a mountain of emotions

I love this description! I also like the idea of the sky growing heavier, like a real mountain, under those emotions! Tho I feel like the line abt the wind is kinda tacked on...

I'm a bit confused about the narrator seeing their reflection outside yet the wind can affect them on the inside?

The teardrops softly tapped against my window glass, their melody filling my room

that said this is a beautiful sentence <3

Hi moon!

This was a beautiful description of the rain and someone watching it. I know I love watching rainstorms from my bedroom window, so it really resonated with me!

I looked up and saw the white clouds disappear into the sky as the blue slowly turned to grey.

What a lovely opening. I love the sense of movement in the sky here, and it sets up a very nature based scene

It started to cry as if it had been holding a mountain of emotions.

The idea of rain as the sky crying isn't new, but it's a great application here, making the natural world feel charged with emotion.

Little by little it grew heavier and let out its tears, and the wind joined in too.

How did the wind join in? How can the wind cry? Or is it just that the wind began blowing wind as well as the rain? Maybe a little clarification here

The teardrops softly tapped against my window glass, their melody filling my room.

I love this sensory detail, so melancholic

I started to feel overwhelmed, seeing my reflection out there, but the breeze began to play with my hair, gently wiping my own tears from my cheeks.

Is the window open? How is she feeling the breeze if she's standing behind a window? Maybe she opens a window because she's overwhelmed.

I held out my trembling palms to collect the sky's tears, and a faint smile touched my lips—yet somehow, there was no warm hand to collect mine..."

You've typed some quotation marks at the end there! I see the title starts with a quote, but maybe add one to the start of the poem?

To avoid using the word 'collect' twice in this sentence, maybe you could say something like 'Yet no warm hand met mine' at the end there? It's a nice ending to touch on, but just remember the detail that she is watching out a window so she needs to open the window at some point to put her hand out!