Countless others
Have likened the rain to tears, or tears to rain.
The comparison should have lost its potency through reiteration
Yet, sitting watching drops trickle steadily down the window,
I can think of nothing but how they would feel on my cheek –
Cold rather than hot and salty,
Expressing my sorrow when my body cannot.
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It is raining in Cape Town too. My tears are less, but only sometimes so. I find my grief mostly wells up when initiated, in some unexpected way, by the feelings and reactions of others . Less often am I overwhelmed by my own pain. I wonder sometimes for whom I am crying – for myself, for Tessa, for you, for all the children who will not know their grandmother ? I cry for the friends who cry … I cry for all of us, except perhaps for those who will not acknowledge.
I haven’t cried in days. I feel like my eyes ache a little with dryness. I know the tears will come again…
I was missing the tears too and then a shower came late last night without so much as the warning of a cloud. Thinking of you x
Thinking of you, always, too… x
It’s a mystery of the disconnect of the body and soul, isn’t it? The two rarely meet. But when they do, it’s a fine and mighty cleansing.
Yes indeed; thank you for that powerful and positive image of ‘cleansing’.
So visual, I re read your post quiet a few time, thinking though each line, until I felt tears running down my cheeks.
Before finding your blog, I never used to cry much. All my feelings and emotions just bottled up inside me. I always thought I would be judged for “crying”.
So, thank you for this post and all the previous ones that have bought my emotions to the surface, and made me feel more Human.