Tears, so much like rain
washes the soul, releases a sorrowful shower
a heart quake, a heart break
pierces an unseen reservoir
permitting a cascade of private indulgence
Weeping so fits the melancholy sound of rain
as distant rumbles pulsate from heavy clouds
Other times the floods have arisen
lightning flashing, searing
raw emotions convulsing
crying was an intruder with angry red eyes
But today a strange gentleness persists bringing
a healing, a refreshing of pearl gray dimensions
waters bestowing an affirmation of life
whispered in the stirring of a necessary breeze
The sun gone down, so no prospect of rainbow arising
yet this rain in staunch darkness is kind
One slightly salty tear tastes sweet
by Elaine Hardt ©1991
EncouragingU * * * * * * * * * * * * We ALL need a word of encouragement once in awhile.
