It’s always raining in movies when people are sad. I myself have felt the rain when I am sad.
But, it’s so much more. There have been many times I have felt the rain of joy, love, endings, and grief. The seasons of our tears.
In the spring we feel it’s wet antisipation. We smile knowing something new and fresh is about to begin. As a child is born, tears are like a spring time rain.
The rain’s soft warmth in the summer. It’s the tears of comfort we find in a friend.
The rain of fall as things come to an end. The feeling of the sad song coming to an end.
The cold dark rain of winter. The tears of the end of a love.
We are afraid to step out in the rain. We hide from it just like we do our tears.
There is strength in…
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