I wasn’t expecting this that occurred
The day that was so beautiful suddenly got obscured
The glow in my eyes suddenly shut down
The clear sky suddenly sprouted drenched clouds all around
And on my cheek, a single tear rolled down
Mirroring my mood, the sky gets dark
From the cloudy weather, my eyes swell up
And from my own wailing, the sky turns silvery
Because the sky is somber… just like me…
There’s drops that are going to get confused
The raindrops don’t know who they belong to
Because every single raindrop that falls onto my face
Is every single tear of mine that can’t find its place
– Juliet Rivor © December 2017
I like writing with symbolism and personification.
And crying in the rain, call me cliche, but there’s something very liberating, very poetic, very intriguing about it.
Sometimes our glasses fill a little faster than we anticipated. We have to release the excess water somehow.
Crying isn’t a sign of weakness, but of strength. To have the courage to fall and get back up and be better.
You got this, honey 😉