Relatable Rain

Her eyes are glistening with thousands of drops not yet shed. Each containing pounds of baggage, yet, drips so slowly off her nose. The more tears that fall, the more she feels being lifted from her soul; no longer needing to slouch beneath the weight of her burdens. It was as if she had released all feelings from the fiber of her existence. But the baggage can never completely go away. Though it was released from her being, it is constantly accumulating a sense of impenetrability; like an ever-darkening cloud.  Building and building ‘till the rain is unstoppable. It has no choice but to fall as hard and as heavy as it has built up to be. Though now, it rains down with great force, as a memory, it seemed as light and freeing as it was the first time it was unencumbered, as slow and soft as a single, glistening drop.