pouring teardrops

It had been a beautiful day: she had smiled, she had laughed, she had felt happy. The air outside was warm and the wind lightly kissed her face as she walked in the park. She ventured slowly, with no destination in mind, and no time frame to get there. She was simply enjoying life... taking in the beauty of all that surrounded her.
Trees swayed gently, their leaves moving as if whispering a message. She did not speak, listening to hear something of value... in hopes that perhaps the purpose of her life would suddenly become evident to her through the swaying branches, the light breeze, the cement sidewalk, and the people around her. No such answer came, but she remained content and care-free. Today, in her mind, she was okay. Today... she was refusing to let anything bother her.
She chose to fill her mind with thoughts of hope. Things that brought a smile to her face, or at least left her feeling touched with a level of comfort. The sun shone on her shoulder and she was warm. Not only in a physical sense but also in her emotions. Today she had realized how lucky she was. It had become clear to her that if needed, she could call a number of people who would be there for her in an instant. She was loved. And that made her feel amazingly secure.
She continued to walk... oblivious to the clouds that were beginning to appear in the sky. She started to feel a slight chill but brushed it aside. Yet soon the sudden change in the weather was undeniable. There was no hiding from it. The clouds hide the sun completely from view... so far away that someone just arriving to the area would highly doubt it had been out at all that day. Slowly raindrops began to fall from the sky. At first they were scattered and sparce and then... triggered by a bolt of lightning. It began to pour.
How beautiful the day had been was suddenly dissapearing... as the tears poured off of her cheeks with no sign of stopping. The storm was back, and there was no shelter nearby. No friendly shoulder to cry on. The care-free feeling of being alone suddenly became her nightmare. And yet, the feeling was not un-familiar.
It always happened like this... the day always starts without a care. It is new and nothing has disturbed the peace it provides. One chooses what to do with that peace... it can be embraced or it can be tossed to the side until another day. However, be aware: gathering up that ray of hope is not the hard part of the day. That comes later on. Later, as the stresses of the day pile up and the sky begins to darken. And sometimes... its going to rain. Sometimes... its going to pour. And all you can do is stand there, soaking wet, and take comfort in knowing... no one can see your tears.



[inspired by the quote "we were staring at the stars and we heard a clap of thunder..then the moon gave way to rain and it tore apart the sky..so we lay flat on our backs cause in the rain no one knows you're crying."]