Tears swell but never fall like humidity trapped inside a thundercloud. Storm rages inward as you can see the turbulence build across a darkened horizon. Thunder booms giving evidence to inner conflict. Lightning strikes lashing out proving how volatile and yet simultaneously how fragile the situation really is. But nothing falls as the pain isn't enough to let go of. We look for funny shapes in the familiarity of the changing cloud formations to soothe our curiosity of what might happen but the feeling can be felt without a glance. You can smell it in the air. The dam is held up with so much strength that no force could ever make it give way. Just when you think the weather isn't going to do anything but pass over, you feel a drop. Then two. Before long it begins to rain as the heart breaks and water is set free seeping through the cracks in the wall you built up around you. The tide cleanses and makes new. The weight of your body collapsing to one knee is only relief that the storm will rip you apart and hopefully flood washing away everything in its path. But there is always something left behind after the havoc. You. However, I'll be the first to admit the sky always seems so much clearer after a downpour as we begin to realize and understand what it is to let go.
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