Crying in the Rain

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I do my crying in the rain
Shrieking with the thunder
Howling with the wind
So that my tears are washed away
My sorrow is laid to rest awhile
And peace returns to my heart
But when the clouds are spent
I wear a smile and walk around

No one sees the tears in my eyes
No one hears the pain in my voice
No one marks the grief on my face
No one knows the pain in my heart
For I weep with the clouds
And my healing is in the rain
That washes and dries my tears
With a million wet kisses

I do my crying in the rain
Not because I am strong
But because I am alone
Many weep on my shoulder
I find no shoulder to weep on
So I feign strength
And wait for cloudy skies
To pour out my grief in full

He is strong, he is solid
He can take it all, they say
And know not that I am weak
And poor and frail even as they
But maybe not for I do not cry
No, not open bitter tears as they
Yet I too do cry
I do my crying in the rain.



Comments

  1. Obaekobi Maamle Amiteye9:24 am, March 01, 2018

    Right there! Sometimes the strongest people also hurting but for the sake of the very weak, they remain strong. Let us be there for one another and not think that some others do not need comforting.

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    1. John Akanvariyuei Agandin9:42 am, March 01, 2018

      Everyone can do with a word of comfort, encouragement or a pat on the back. No one is too strong or complete for a good word. Even God is moved by genuine praise and worship lol

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  2. Anonymous6:18 pm, March 07, 2018

    Exactly what goes through my mind often! One day I decided to appear more vulnerable, more in need just to see what all the people who have been bombarding me with their troubles will do but alas it wasn't worth it in the end. I like to weather the storm, cry in the dark and in the light, be strong and "wear a smile".

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