Yesterday Mother Nature cried an ocean of tears down onto the earth.

As I sat as my desk looking out at the hard rain there was a tightness in my chest. It was fear/anxiety for him that he might be crying this hard (not literally crying, but well you get the idea)

Last night I finally slept all night.

Today I want to go to the park where we met once and talked, sitting and laying in the sunshine of a sunny winter day. Last night I had hoped it would be raining again this morning, with the intention of going to the park and just standing/sitting in the rain - but no, today it is sunny and crisp.

Perhaps I am not meant to drown in tears, neither my own nor Mother Natures'.