Let it Pour

I walked into the pouring rain,
I let it soak my hair, my face, my body.

Everyone was hiding from the tears
pouring out of the sky,
but I couldn't stop soaking them in.

Why do we hid from emptiness,
pain, and loneliness,
as if shielding ourselves
is going to protect us?

Why do we hold back the tears,
when they are begging to pour?

Let it pour...

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