There's nothing like a spur-of-the-moment cry. It's like a downpour in hundred-degree weather; you never even knew it was coming. The flood gates are, well, flooded and every bitter thing that has ever happened in your life comes thundering down. You wish the clouds will stay overcast and no one can see the streaks on your cheeks. Right now, the sunlight would be blinding and the last thing you want is for someone to ask if you're alright. That question will instantly tear at you and your feelings will betray you. A breakdown is imminent. You can only hope you're in bed alone at this point and that everyone is asleep. Your whimpers and muffled sobs and sniffles will alert anyone who is nearly awake. Yet, you can't stop. Sometimes the hurt just bursts out on its own. Now I know what a rain cloud feels like. Once it's empty, it's drained of the heaviness for now and is hollow; it's a cycle that can't be broken. It knows it will soon be full of evaporated sorrows, years of tears of others and self.. Tonight, it rained. Tomorrow will be clear, but I can foresee a 90% chance of showers in the near future. The cloud looms. All I want to know is who is willing to get wet?