Sometimes You Just Need To Cry

Raindrops patter on window sill
Tears weeping down your weary face
Thunder grows louder still
The flowers wilt in the vase.

You wipe a tear flowing from your eye
As lightning flashes within the night
Your shoulders slump as you sigh
And still tears run with might.

The thunderstorm ends with a final mighty boom
Your hair is a mess, your eyes red
But as the calm after the storm blooms
You feel open and raw, ready to walk the path ahead.

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