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Tears and Rain by Chimieze Anerobi

Hey guys, my friend Chimieze graciously agreed to contribute this short piece. Read and Enjoy!


People get sad, then keep that sorrow bottled up in them hoping for the strength to carry on. Sometimes, in weak moments they wish their tears would come out like the rain and give them comfort.

Now it is my turn. I am sad. I held my tears and comforted myself with false imagery to ease my pain. But now, it all comes out and I let the tears fall down my cheek...then the clouds change and the rain pours.

I begin to wonder why the rain is compared to tears.

Tears slowly slope down in drops and show the world we are hurt and we are able to bare our souls. While the rain falls completely confident that you can not stop it. You can not even rub it off like you do with a handkerchief and a tear. When it falls, you know it because it stands out to be seen.

 So, it easy to get hurt and show our tears because we are all humans. But it take guts and courage to show that we can overcome such problems and pour like the rain.

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