A Short Poem Written Outside During a Storm That Took Place Shortly After a Death

[homer1950]

There's something more in the weather / when the woman you love dies, / her perfume may not be on the wind, / but her mind is in the clouds / and her piss is in the rain.

Hi Rowens,
 
I am not quite sure what to make of this? Is it a whimsical piece with dark overtones, or a serious poem to evoke thought?
Either way it flows nicely, I personally think it is a bit off putting almost a nonchalant approach to a delicate situation. 
 
Here are some thoughts.
 
There's Is there something more in the weather / when the woman you have loved love dies, / her perfume may not be no longer on the wind, / but her mind is now in the clouds / with and her piss is in the rain.